Vagabond Dreams

I rose in the dawn of a day that was calling With mother and father, sister and Van The kitchen was cozy with mom and her cooking And I was a cog in her mealtime plan The bacon was frying and pancakes were flipping The hashbrown potatoes were steaming and hot The smell of the kitchen was stirring my cravings For something delicious and straight from the pot I woke up somewhere in a park that was nowhere The blanket around me was ragged and torn The hunger within me was gnawing inside me And I was the smell of a young woman's scorn Oh vagabond dreams are my only companion My only amigo in trouble and strife And though my new troubles are only beginning These vagabond dreams are my calling in life I ran from the hurt when my daddy disowned me A boy of sixteen with a sky full of rain With only a rainbow to color my future And vagabond dreams for my pleasure and pain.