He walked along the lonely pier
Through the streets absorbing fear
Confident but on his own
A wanderer without an home
The trees were still through afternoon
Then evening brought the wind too soon
Without a place to stay he found
A place to eat and to sit down
The candle burned as he looked through
The dirty window past the harbour
The ocean waves, the darkened blue
To the stars and even farther
Is he a dreamer? I don't know
He looks hardened and he shows
No signs of any passing smile
Hasn't done so in a while
He'd camped beneath the moon and stars
Worked odd jobs in hotels and bars
Hiked every trail from coast to coast
But he don't talk nevermind boast
The rain fell on, his weary head
His fire burns for him alone
Chose his exile instead
Of a flame that's not his own