Chris Jeffries Homeless Romantic Man With No Name
Whistle in the wind
Lord knows where I been
It's like trying to see in the dark
Living in and out of sin
Again and again
At least I know when satan is playing his part
Look for the signs
Don't bogart that wine
Shit, you know the nights never end
But I must have been blind
To leave it all behind
And know I'd never be coming back here again
Every place looks the same
For a man with name
Counting up the change and washing the stains
The little memories of all the nights gone past
Driving in the rain I'm going insane
It's all just one big pain in my ass
Loud and obscene and far from clean
It's nowhere is where we are all bound
If the grass was green
I would have stayed in eugene
But I think I'd rather be driving around
But every place looks the same
For a man with no name