I am a ship with no anchor,
I am a tree with no roots.
Never able to stay at home,
I am always on the move.

I am nothing but a freight train,
Moving onward through the night.
And these tracks will take me home,
To a place can't call my own.

I am your color TV screen,
Bleeding static on your floor.
I tried to stay at your old home,
But no one lives there anymore.

But I got drunk and passed out at your front door. 

The Drifter

I've been through hell, 
Can't you tell?
My hands are broken tools.
My heart of gold, 
The soul I sold,
Was traded for nothing at all.

Are you in hell when I'm not around?
Does my face still haunt your home town ?
Are you digging a hole in the dirt ?
Give up, give up.

These drugs I take,
The smile I fake,
Do I convince you ?
She said:
"Loving you, is such a chore
A job I don't want no more".

I know you're in hell when I'm not around
And my face still haunts your home town
And you're digging a hole in the dirt
Because you gave up, gave up.

Color Crows

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