From home to home and house to house I tread,
This rented life and borrowed time I spend.
Live to exhaust these fragile thoughts instead
Of trying to find a place, to rest my head.
You can say you’re sorry, you can say it’s sad,
You can say I’ve used the chances that I’ve already had.
If you don’t stare straight through me,
You might just see a lonely one,
But soon the sun will come, and I can warm my hands.
Now broken ones become my only friends,
Wish they all could go back and start again.
Distrust looking down, from fear to angry frown,
Would give all I have, to see an honest smile.