We live in a portable home
Most folks can’t take it, some of us even fake it
When we sit in the dark all alone
We don’t need a key because we really can’t see
Who cares that there is no door
So we lie on the grass or some alley full of trash
Mother Earth is the homeless mans floor
Of course you wouldn’t know
How to sleep in the snow
Or how to eat with a frostbitten hand
But if you really want to know
Let your false pride go and just talk with
A homeless man
When we gaze in the sky, we ask ourselves why
When will this bad trip ever end
But we don’t get an answer to this question when
We ask
And we don’t have an everyday friend
We live in a portable home
We can sleep here tonight
Using candles for the lights
And we never have to worry about the phone
