In a place some called, 'The Promised Land'
Don't ride in box cars like they did before
And though her road was so long
Yes, she finally made her way back home
Help me find my way back home
If you want to, you can sing along

But he was smiling big like he'd won some kinda prize
As you been on this road so long
Won't you help me find my way back home?
He had hollow sunken eyes
Seems like most of my heroes
Sitting barefoot in front of a dime-store
She finally made her way back home
The loneliest kid I ever saw
Just ain't around no more
All the BS and everything
And she always sang from the bottom of her heart
In the dirty city streets that he called home

Help me find my way back home
Yeah, I know I'm lucky to sing my songs

Owned to an old man's calloused hands
Won't you help me find my way back home?
Hobos, tramps and troubadours

Yeah, the dirty city streets that he called home
The bluest eyes that saw right through
She was an artist from the start
He was ragged, he was rolling like a stone