(You wanna count it?)



He's just wanderin'

Got no place to go,

No place to go.

Don't nobody know,

Nobody knows him.

But he knows the world

And his paintings show all of it's charms.



When he plays the guitar

He don't need to be witty.

He takes all his sadness

Makes it sound so pretty.

People close their eyes when they listen.

Suffer the modern world with him.



He went to the doctor

Who gave him a prescription.

Gave him a prescription.

He lost all of his friends

Kept up his rhythm.

Kept his rhythm.

He picked up the guitar

Tells it everything his tongue can't say.

He picked up the guitar

And he tells it everything his tongue can't say.



When he plays the guitar

He don't need to be witty.

He takes all his sadness

Makes it sound so pretty.

People close their eyes when they listen.

Suffer the modern world with him.



He sees people walking by

With their skateboards in their eyes

And their clothes that say

“We're not alone.”

He sees the history in their face,

History that they can't erase.

It's to these lines

That he relates.