Visionless Vagabond

He left us with his shoes
He left us with this mood
Only his hat is gone
He left with his blues

Woeful, wandering  Stranger
Moonlit cigarette and wager
Will his return bring us answers
Or is it not in our favor




"I turn my back on the you's
To find skin that fits
Before the fumes run out
Before exhaustion sets in

I can't do this another day
It's the faint smell nothing
Causing me to stray
Hope the road ends at something

Running from the taste of steel
To steal my sense of being
Losing all scents that appeal
to find a reason worth feeling..."




We've tried and tried and failed
To pick his path and track
He won't come back for us
Will he return for his tail

Will he return with a tale?