And I've been holding out my hand
Waiting for love to come at my command
But the glow from around my head is gone
And if I don't get a ride real soon
I might be dead in the ground
Sometimes I think I could lose
All my troubles but here I stand
They're trying to cure me with nicotine and whiskey
Watching their faces passing me by
There's no need to follow
Look into the eyes of this wandering stranger
I won't rob or steal your money
So don't let the wind through the crack in your door
Don't let the wind through the crack in your door