Everybody's Got a Home But Me (From "Pipe Dream")

Scooted out of Frisco over Route 101

Bummed a ride as far as San Jose

Rode aboard a Greyhound 'til I run outta dough

Landed on my can in Monterey

But I see a lotta things along the way

And I did a lotta thinkin' on the way

I rode by a house with the windows lighted up

Lookin' pretty as a Christmas tree

And I said to myself as I rode by myself

"Everybody's got a home but me"

I rode by a house where the moon was on the porch

And a girl was on her fella's knee

And I said to myself as I rode by myself

"Everybody's got a home but me"

I am free and I'm happy to be free

To be free in the way I wanna be

But once in a while when the road is kinda dark

And the end is kinda hard to see

I look up and I cry to a cloud goin' by

"Won't there ever be a home for me somewhere?

Everybody's got a home but me"

I am free and I'm happy to be free

To be free in the way I wanna be

But once in a while when I'm talkin' to myself

And there's no one there to disagree

I look up and I cry to the big empty sky

"Won't there ever be a home for me somewhere?

Everybody's got a home but me"