Lyrics
It seems as so little has changed in this faraway land so far out to the north.
Small flat roofed houses with orange ornaments hanging on the walls. Threatening to fall.
I write from a rundown hotel, neglected and cold, my window watches the street, people come, people go
Carefully listen as they sing the hymn of the vagabond
Sometimes the clouds turn off the sun, as they slowly reach down almost touchind the fround.
And it feels like swimming with dolphins in a pool made of sand, when it's starting to rain,
Tripped out of my brain
I write from a rundown hotel, neglected and cold.
Listen to me as I sing the hymn of the vagabond,
I have accepted the rules of the world but agreed to ignore them all.
There comes a time when you miss the ones you love the most, time to come home.
There is a time you gotta pick up your rucksack and move on, how nice of you to join
Singing along to the hymn of the vagabond