He got up in the morning and vowed to change his ways

He packed up his belongings and gave 'em all away

Now he's standing on a corner with nothing but a dream

A cardboard sign that says nothing is what it seems

The clouds are rolling in and the sun is sinking low

Where's he going ain't nobody knows

The train pulls from the station, we're heading down the line

The only thing for certain is we're running out of time

The conductor takes your ticket and I hear the whistle blow

Where we going ain't nobody knows