VAGABOND (J Neo Marvin)
The key she wears around her neck
Unlocks a door in another town
Where everything she owns is stored
And she has to have it out before the first rolls around
Border guard says “passport please”
She flashes that beguiling grin of hers and says:
“I thought that this was Europe
And you could go anywhere you pleased”
And he buys it.
Vagabond passed this way
Looking for a place to stay
No fixed address, no future plans
Not much more than the bag in her hands
Slumped in a chair, grasping a beer
Opens her eyes and scans the room
She’s not too impressed with anything at all
Except those things that she loves with a passion
There’s always a squat or an empty car
A train station bench for a couple of hours
The kindness of strangers on the music scene
It’s lots of fun when you’re seventeen.
Vagabond passed this way
Looking for a place to stay
No fixed address, no future plans
Not much more than the bag in her hands
Don’t you ever take her kiss for granted
One day you might wake up and find
She’s sailing off to the Island Of Girls
Yeah, she’s gonna leave your sorry ass behind.
Vagabond crossed our path
Ask her a question, she’ll just laugh
Where she’s heading next, I don’t know
Counts her change and then away she goes.
©2001 J Neo Marvin (BMI)