Vagabond - Steve Gunn

Vacancy in a burned out frat

You’re an empty stare from a vagrant cat

You’re a vagabond

Bag is packed and you move along

Mona came from the sea

Caught land gracefully

Night is cold but you know it felt so free

Camped up in a graveyard

Took a job to clean some tombstones

Like lovers in a shadow of a crooked dream

It’s a long, hard day at a work

They called you mad for singing

Oh, do you remember when you blew away?

The wind rolls through the trees

It’s neither faith nor warm

The sun has set when you come to find me there

Frozen in a ditch

Cold, deep stare like a cat

And we’ll move along

Sean Pierre came from the roads

His artwork remains unsold

He holds such a heavy load

You know it’s so far gone

He tells me he can hack it

In his old black leather jacket

Keep a hold on to your strangest

We’re rollin' home

When you meet him at the train station

He was dressed to the nines

Things are changing now, we move along

Vacancy in a burned out frat

You’re an empty stare from a vagrant cat

You’re a vagabond

Suitcase packed and you move along

You’ll move along

You’ll move along

You’ll move along

You’ll move along