Straylin Street

When I was younger, I was torn, and frayed, and lonely

Knew I had to move; Gotta hit the road

Someday I would move and hide out where no one would

Ever catch me

'Cause those are bound to move; gotta hit the road

Called for the hobo, but he was nowhere to be found

He must be lost down on Straylin Street

Spent all my time chasing nowhere, getting higher

Found out I was nowhere, and it hit me hard

Thought I'd jump a train and head out for Pittsburgh

Pennsylvania

But the brakeman passed me by, 'cause he was blind

Called for the brakeman, but he was nowhere to be found

He must be lost down on Straylin Street

So can't you help, help, help a man like me?

I said can't you help, help, help a man like me

Or are you lost down on Straylin Street?

I hit the road with my bag full of my laundry

I carried my book in my right hand

Kerouac got his words that reach

For the young and the ramble-hearted

'Cause those are bound to move; gotta hit the road

Called for the writer, but he was nowhere to be found

He must be lost down on Straylin Street