Hymn of the Vagabond Lyrics

It seems as so little has changed
In this faraway land so far out to the north.
Small flat roofed houses with orange ornaments
Hanging on the walls, threatening to fall.
I write from a rundown hotel, neglected and cold
My window watches the street, people come, people go
Carefully listen as they sing the hymn of the vagabond

Sometimes the clouds turn off the sun
As they slowly reach down almost touching the ground.
And it feels like swimming with dolphins in a pool made of sand
When it's starting to rain, tripped out of my brain

I write from a rundown hotel, neglected and cold.
Listen to me as I sing the hymn of the vagabond,
I have accepted the rules of the world but agreed to ignore them all.

There comes a time when you miss the ones you love the most
Time to come home.
There is a time you gotta pick up your rucksack and move on
How nice of you to join
Singing along to the hymn of the vagabond