Back when we ran free

And played under the sun

A honeymoon no more



The streets and the cities

And did you lie awake?

Though your dreams become too steep

And slip under an icy tree



My one book philosophy

Found us out, found us deep

Found us in tomorrow



Well, my book is a shallow stream

And my book is a cloudy island

My one book philosophy



You don't need my book no more

Then I become a hobo in a hobo can

Burnt beans by the fire side

Oh, my baby's been cryin'

Oh, my baby's been cryin'



You don't need my book no more

Then I become a hobo

Oh, my baby's been cryin'

And I don't have a home no more



Oh, my one book philosophy

Back when we were free

And played under the sun