What is
what
is mine, nothing but the chance
to
look to the clouds and hope rain to dance
i
am a vagabond hobo, owner of my skin
to
me the world and it's trappings are thin
walk
the world, that terrible, frightened world
and
no show fear as your freedom is sold
take
from your mind the reward for the day
for
there is a bank, yours, come what may.