Changing address, changing scenes,

Wake up in a new bed, change my jeans.

Make coffee with new stove top,

Try to make a living drop by drop.

A drop in the bucket is none in the hand,

Drop from the bucket is two for The Man.

Soon–, I will find my home–

Soon–, I won’t be alone and

Soon–, I will make my way and

Soon, I will have my day.

Too much dark and you can’t find–

Too much light will make you blind.

Too much reason and you won’t know,

Too much knowledge and you won’t go.

Wake me up from the way things seem,

Wake me up from this nomad dream.

Sing that song that we used to sing,

Play the tune on your guitar strings–

Soon– I will find my home,

Soon– I won’t be alone, and

Soon– I will make my way and

Soon– I will have my day.

Something’s different, where did you go?

Something’s gone, no one let me know.

Sweet September, what went wrong?

Please remember my one last song.

Soon– I will find my home,

Soon– I won’t be alone and

Soon– I will find my way and

Soon– I will make my day.