He got lost among the stars Hollywood flash, cash, mansions and cars Deep-sea divers, Lear-jet flyers Will this thing go to the moon? Oh yeah Give me elbow room And for heaven's sake, take this aching away
You can't run You can't hide from the Hound of Heaven You're free to choose Can you refuse the Seeker of Souls?
Hobo's sleeping alone He's in a dirty boxcar He dreams of sailing to tropical islands one sweet day Now the thrill awakes him There is no sunshine This old train ain't really going there, oh no Now does anybody care? And for heaven's sake, take this aching away