

{fingerpicked acoustic guitar entry} {warm analog tape hiss} (mmmmm)
{intimate
vocal breathing} Left behind
at the station gate
Dust on my shoes
and a heavy
weight
Nobody's hand
to hold me tight
Just the cold wind of the oncoming night
{gentle acoustic strumming}
I am nobody's boy,
walking alone
Looking for a place
to call my own
Underneath the wide
and empty sky
Watch the passenger trains
go rolling by
{pedal steel guitar swell} Found a dollar
in a paper cup
But nobody's here
to look me up
They look right through like I'm made of glass
Waiting for the winter frost to pass {subtle violin entry} I am
nobody's boy,
walking alone
Looking for a place
to call my own
Underneath the wide
and empty sky
Watch the passenger trains
go rolling by
{fuller acoustic arrangement}
Nobody's boy... (nobody's...) Just a drifter in the wind
{acoustic
guitar fading slowly} {final pedal steel sigh} {silence}