Hey Mister

life isn't always the way it seems and sometimes we just want to go home

I can hear the whistle blowing of the train coming from far ahead,
Closer now I can hear the click and clack of metal wheels on the travel worn tracks,
Hey mister will you sell me your ticket,
All I have is some spare change,
My ship set sail yesterday and left me behind
Just need to get out of here
All these roads I've been down before
And I don't know why I ever came
Broken roads of dreams only dreamt
And hopes that never became reality
Hey mister if you can
I only have so little
Hey mister will you please
Home just seems so far away
Hey mister will you sell me your ticket