Flight of the Hobo
Waiting in a room
We stare straight at the floor
Everyone in here has reasons fly for
Pass the medical
Wiping the slate clean
Find a place to hide
Among all the machines
Head underground
Made it past the pawns
Running through the freight
With a school of vagabonds
Gaze up at the sky
One last time
Fasten myself to the seat
And commit to the crime
I leave this all up to you
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Writer/s: Spoutnique
