Homeless - Streets Of Laredo

For your health says the mother

At the last all is not lost

Tiresome now, faithless companion

Should I not hold this tall tale

Lost adrift in a great city

Once again in sunken beds

Confused, in truth, as I am ever

Heavy thoughts to heavy heads

I once heard, home is where the heart is

I’m homeless, therefore I am heartless

Bathed in thick unholy banter

Fraudulent, try as I might

Convictions found, lost on the counter

Toss in the gutter, night after night

Mischief maker, sound deduction

As you dispatch each state of bliss

Don’t mind recalling Sunday best mornings

When life was there we lived in it

I once heard, home is where the heart is

I’m homeless, therefore I am heartless