Drifter's Lament

Walking down a country road On the way to god knows where My mind takes a heavy load Of worry and care. How come I am built this way What causes me to roam? Through towns and villages I stray Five hundred miles from home. Rich folk pass me in big cars They smile as if to say The tramp looks tired and the next town far Some twenty kilometres away. Tonight whilst these folk drink in heated bars Then surely I will be Somewhere out under the stars Sleeping by a tree. But I shall go on drifting Until the day I die And I shall watch the sun at dawn rise And the moon shine in the sky.