John Wesley Harding - Heart Without A Home

I went from door to door
From town to town
To find somewhere
To lay myself down
Somewhere to call my own


I am out on the street
The lengths I've gone
To hear myself
Keep on beating on
Instead of this dialing tone
Because I'm a heart without a home

An arrow with no aim
A man without a name
Identity unknown
A heart without a home


Everyone stops and stares
Because I belong
In the lonely chair
You drew my picture on
So many years ago
Now I'm a heart without a home