HoBo

I want my son to have this when I'm dead
 It's a book I always start, but I've never read
 I was born to follow in the steps my dad tread
 If I'd have known that then, you know I'd have fled
 Ain't somebody gonna tell me what I'm doing here?
 Ain't somebody gonna tell me where I'm going?
 Ain't somebody gonna spend a blank minute on me
 To pray for an old hobo who's gone wrong?
 Every day I wake up is a new day
 Every song I sing contains a new refrain
 When I meet you again, we'll have changed
 I'll remember your face, but maybe not your name
 Ain't somebody gonna tell me what I'm doing here?
 Ain't somebody gonna tell me where I'm going?
 Ain't somebody gonna spend a blank minute on me
 To pray for an old hobo who's gone wrong?
 Life is made up of long hours
 Last about as you can breathe
 If you close your eyes and let it roll on
 Why, you'll wake up and find you've missed out on everything
 Ain't somebody gonna tell me what I'm doing here?
 Ain't somebody gonna tell me where I'm going?
 Ain't somebody gonna spend a blank minute on me
 To pray for an old hobo who's gone wrong?
 And the woods around my town have no ending
 I don't really live there though, I just don't
 And the lake that's by my town has no bottom
 I know somebody who dove in and never came up
 Ain't somebody gonna tell me what I'm doing here?
 Ain't somebody gonna tell me where I'm going?
 Ain't somebody gonna spend a blank minute on me
 And pray for an old hobo who's gone wrong?