The dawn of another day, in a new town
Draws new, peculiar shadows on the ground
Another beer, another pint of scotch
And another week to live through

Another stop on my way to nowhere
Trying to find the strength to move on
To resume this journey of no goal
In this place, of which I never heard

Someday I'll be home again, tired
Drinking in my favorite bar
And sleep not in some stranger's bed
I think my hair has grown enough