The Vagrant

I've been out for ten years and I'm destined to roam

From the hills to the sea to the sea

But there's a comfort you get from just drinking alone

And seeing how simple it's been just to be

Well, there's a place over west that they call Smuggler's Bay

Where they'd drink and they'd holler and shoot

With time the place faded and faded away

Leaving nothing but driftwood and whiskey-stained boots

From campfires to ashes and blue skies to rain

I've wandered this path whilst it wanders the same