No Passenger

Walkin' down an empty street in a city I don't know

Whistlin something catchy as I make my way through snow.

Ain't got no gloves so I keep my hands balled up in fists;

I'm tryin' not to think how it all came down to this.

I been searching for a sparrow in a city full of wrens

I been asking for the cost so I can make amends

I been waiting for the questions so my answers will make sense

I been looking for the way home but the snow is much too dense.

They said "Why are you here?" I said, "I'm doin' time

Cause I'm willing to break laws but I won't commit no crime."

If there's more to making choices than luck and happenstance,

I hope I do it right next time I get the chance.

This city seems so cold, and it isn't just the wind.

I would be easy to say, "I'm here because I sinned."

I'm here because someday someone will need a ride

And I'll throw away my drink and say, "The coach awaits outside."