Tramp

Like a mailtrain
through my head and through my mind
like a mailtrain
sending packages to someone
who never called me on the phone
- never been here before you know
never knew 'bout yesterday, today, tomorrow.
There's scented fires out at sea
rhythm and sweet melody
scented fires out at sea
and have I crawled into the dunes
to be like a beetle or a fly
to be a kingfisher ?
buzzing away in the night
songs of solitude
and broken bottles.
Yes, I'll have another one
take some medicine off you
help me sweetie, oh you're moving
oh I'm moving
in the drab deserted streets now
of cities with no name
and I've never been a hobo
but I'll always be a tramp.


March 1975. Kyoto