It was early on that day
I really didn’t want to stay
Packed my bags where they lay
Sunday morning, it’s time to pray
Moving on to the next big city
Liked this place, so it’s a pity
But I’ve got to keep moving on
Can’t stop too long or else I’m gone
Clouds have gathered up in the sky
So very black, up so high
Any moment the clouds will burst
Just in time to quench our thirst
I’m on the move all the time
Can’t settle down and pen a rhyme
Heaven knows where a man goes
When he’s completely broken
And no one knows
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