Well I feel like an old hobo, I’m sad lonesome and blue 
I was fair as the summer day now the summer days are through 
You pass through places and places pass through you 
But you carry ’em with you on the souls of your travellin’ shoes 

 

Oh how I wish I could sing so I could sing to this song. The Be Good Tanyas are an old favourite of mine and I never tire of hearing this lovely, lovely track. The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.