i sigh with every breath i m breathing it s some kind of holy smoke that i believe will take me on my way some hobo the dust on my old boots is settling and i m slowly growing roots i said would never tidy me away oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh i do remember what an old friend told me he said don t you go worrying about me i m only sad as i want to be well that s as may be but do i want to be like trees who stand round in freezing fog just waiting for the spring to come for me oh no oh no oh no oh no