Alistair

The Vagabond by Josh Woodward

Wasted away on the edge of the city lights
At the top of the Southern heights
You smoked the last one

Breaking away from the cold chains of memory
From the us and the them, or we
Somehow the same

And you were the vagabond at the end of the road
You were never really gone, but you were never really home

You spread your arms on the edge of the jagged cliff
I could feel my arms get stiff
As I clenched your shoulder

Stained skin and scars, and the glow of the Norther star
Above the clamor of the speeding cars
In the valley below

And you were the vagabond at the end of the road
You were never really gone, but you were never really home
And you were the vagabond, lost on the way
You were never really gone, but you were never here to stay

Break of the day, you were standing there
With your vacant stare
Fixed on the view

And you were the vagabond at the end of the road
You were never really gone, but you were never really home
And you were the vagabond, lost on the way
You were never really gone, but you were never really here to stay
And now you're moving on