No Home
The re is no home
There is no wife
These days are hard
They'll make you cry
They'll never stop
They'll never thrive
You'll never break from this lonely life
You'll never break from this lonely life
But I don't mind
I won't be sad
I'm gratefull for
The things I have
Like these two hands
Like these two eyes
And I can handle this lonely life
Yeah I can handle this lonely life
Of mine
written in Vancouver in an under- furnished, one room apartment overlooking Downtown. probably influenced by the sparsity.