A Buck And A Half’s Profit

Written in December of 1996 in Watson Lake, Yukon

I hear a rumbling in the hallway
God I wish that I was home
I’ve always done things my way
And that’s the price you pay to roam
I ain’t seen a familiar face
Since God only knows when
Take me to a time and place
I pray to God, amen

I spend my time with strangers
Who think that they know me
And that’s just one of the dangers
When you live and die to be free
Because out here on the outskirts
You’ll never once have it made
And baby, that’s the truth that hurts
To admit to these rambling ways

So take me home
I swear this time I will stay
Take me home
And I’ll shelve my rambling ways

Headlights coming towards me
They always look the same
Life out here just bores me
But if I could, I wouldn’t change
But then again, in a heartbeat
I’d sell it all to be where you are
But a buck and a half’s profit
Won’t get me very far

So take me home
I swear this time I will stay
Take me home
And I’ll shelve my rambling ways

I hear a rumbling in the hallway
God I wish that I was home
I’ve always done things my way
And that’s the price you pay to roam
I ain’t seen a familiar face
Since God only knows when
Take me to a time and place
I pray to God, amen

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