Grapes On The Vine

There are songs that birds don't sing to people
 There are secrets you keep right through to the end
 There are heros they hide until forever
 And I'm singin' this song for one of them
 He's the man that you passed on the road there
 The one with his life on the loose
 Goin' either somewhere or nowhere
 Goin' without me without you
 For he is this world's constant orphan
 Travelin' out his long time
 Livin' on apples from orchards
 And dyin' from grapes on the vine
 You can find him in big city winters
 Out where the mission bell crys
 And sorrow echos through the suburbs
 And tries to close all his eyes
 And dream of his railroad existance
 As if it were some kind of dream
 As if the extent of the distance
 Were what his heart would go him
 You can find him in Pittsburg at Christmas
 You can find him in Buffalo in June
 And he knows all the back roads between them
 Like a Gypsy he pulls a broom
 And it's route twenty-two all over again
 Stake it well down and try to look like sombody's friend
 Look strong at the men smile for the girls
 Puzzle at the rest of the world