Prophet In Plain Clothes

He walks the streets, collar up to the snowfall Holes in pockets and knees Sleeps in bar rooms and horse stalls But you can't stay too long in one place "Move along kid, we don't like your face." Mother's hold children close out of fear Father's curse under breath as they sneer And he walks the streets Years pass by with the snowfall Time is wasted in drink Days begging and lost souls Holds no merit in vagrants in boxcars Down in hell you best know who your friends are "Not so proud scrounging for your next meal No alibis sold when with devils you deal How does it feel, how does it feel How does it feel, how does it feel To be all alone with no direction? Home's never home It's just the place where you came from Home's never home Writ on walls of the church and the hostels "Home's never home," said by martyrs and lost souls "Home's never home," said the prophet in plain clothes As he strummed his guitar and he screamed, and he sang "Well I've been tired cause I don't sleep that well on trains Well I got ups and downs but days are all the same I've been low but it never gets me down Well I've been thrown out I've been let down, I've been chased Well I've hardships, I've been stripped of pride and name I've been low but it never gets me down And nights spent drinking all the worry from my head And days spent wandering wishing I was dead If only i could muster the words out from my mouth I would sing, oh I would sing I'll take the next train out Cause I've been hoping, I've been praying there's some god So when I die I'm saved and found and I'm not lost Cause all he's done all for me is take away the ones I love And nights spent drinking all the worry from my head And days spent wandering wishing i was dead If only i could muster the words out from my mouth I would sing, oh I would sing I'll take the next train out I'm gonna take it"