Vagabond Holes

Holes in my body, holes in my shoes

You can put your fingers in me

Let the north wind blow straight through

When you left I almost disappeared

Now you've gone, I'm not quite here

My friends say they call me, but there's nobody home

And they say talking to me these days

Is like squeezing blood from a stone

They say I'm fading fast, my signal's weak

You told me to forget about us,

I just forgot how to speak

Holes in my body. holes in my shoes

Who can mend these vagebond holes?

No one's going to love you when you're wrinkled and old

No teeth in your gums,your hair the colour of snow

Up two flights of stairs to your ten dollar room

With the smell of all your cats and dust

And the newspapers strewn

Holes filled with whiskey, holes filled with damp and mould

Days get short, and the nights get cold

Days go missing when the bottle closes in

Weak grow sickly and the sick grow thin

Holes in my body, holes in my shoes

Who can mend these vagebond holes?