Thrift Store Suitcase

I woke up this morning and wanted to throw myself away
 Tried to sell my soul but it turns out it just ain't worth much these days
 The sun cut through the curtains and awoke me from a sleep
 My dreams cut through the daytime and the sour through the sweet
 And the papers came and said today would be like every other day
 And I just could not go back home this way
 Now I'm sitting on a thrift store suitcase
 Not a nickel on my name
 With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes
 Just waiting on a train
 The old man over my shoulder says you'll have to find another way I fear
 To run from all your blues boy
 There ain't no train that comes through here
 The old man looks like Jesus, says I get that all the time
 But if I were I'd leave the coast and throw away my cardboard sign
 He said I looked like an old friend he'd lost somewhere down the line
 And that if I were his friend and if he were the Lord he'd turn the ocean into wine
 He said I had a family down in New Orleans that just lived beyond my means
 I thought I'd just go out and find my scene
 Now I'm sitting on a thrift store suitcase
 Not a nickel on my name
 With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes
 Just waiting on a train
 You can watch the sun chase off the moon
 A million times I fear
 Before you run from all your blues boy
 Ain't no train been through in years
 Amazing grace, no matter just how sweet the sound may be
 Might save a wretch but not the chronically unsatisfied like me
 When my suitcase washes up to shore
 You might find what I was looking for
 But I don't need it anymore
 I don't need this anymore
 I was sitting on a thrift store suitcase
 Not a nickel on my name
 With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes
 Just waiting on a train
 Old man says you oughta go back home boy
 Before we both catch our death out here
 I know that'll be the day I catch the only train that comes through here
 He said go home. all these days turn in to years
 Listen to an old man who knows that you can't get back home from here