| Always drifting off like | |||
| Smoke in the | |||
| Wind | |||
| Never staying any | |||
| Place for | |||
| Very | |||
| Long | |||
| Feet always itching to be | |||
| Down the | |||
| Road | |||
| Always cutting to the | |||
| Curtain | |||
| Moving | |||
| On | |||
| Wish I wasn't so | |||
| Frightened | |||
| Insecure | |||
| Can't imagine anyone | |||
| Wanting me to | |||
| Stick | |||
| Around | |||
| Drifting on before my | |||
| Welcome is | |||
| Worn out | |||
| Don't know where to | |||
| Find the | |||
| Confidence to | |||
| Stay | |||
| Why would anyone want me | |||
| Around | |||
| For | |||
| Don't have anything | |||
| Always changing | |||
| Just another | |||
| Poet | |||
| Hell I even | |||
| Bore | |||
| Myself | |||
| Always so old | |||
| Taking things too | |||
| Hard | |||
| Serious | |||
| Forgotten how to play | |||
| Let go | |||
| Unwind | |||
| Did I ever know | |||
| Been so long | |||
| Since I was | |||
| Young | |||
| Wish that | |||
| One of these | |||
| Days | |||
| Some sweet woman would | |||
| Nail my shoes to | |||
| Her | |||
| Floor | |||
| Stop my wandering ways | |||
| Give me reason to feel | |||
| Welcome | |||
| Set down some roots | |||
| Not always be | |||
| Rolling on | |||
| Again | |||
| But no one | |||
| Seems | |||
| Interested | |||
| No one sad to see me | |||
| Turning | |||
| Fading | |||
| Away | |||
| Maybe I'll be smoke for the | |||
| Rest of my | |||
| Days | |||
| Just a friendly ghost who is | |||
| Always passing through | |||
| Never around | |||
| Long | |||