Take down the pictures,
They’ve been there too long,
Pack up that suitcase,
Of worn out old songs,
And when you find me,
I’ll be the last,
In a line of vagabonds,
On the wayward side,
Of all the good times gone wrong.
You travel my way,
You’ll be my only one,
We’ll talk about some day,
But it won’t ever come,
And when you find me,
I’ll be the last,
In a line of vagabonds,
On the wayward side,
Of all the good times gone wrong. – Sinz
