Thanks - The Hobos

This could be a story of mind or soul and we

Sit down round the fire quietly

It’s not quite night so we have lots of time

Are you sad?

No we’re sleeping

Psychotic paper ships we pass

To each other oh so fast

And think about the father

And I wanna thank you

For what you’ve done to me

And I want you to forgive me

For everything

Ain’t you fed up with travelling around alone

Passing through so many different people

When they try to tell you every day

You are telling them the same

About what’s good

And what’s evil

But take it easy one day you learn

What is what for

It won’t trouble you any more

It won’t trouble you