I walked roads often here like this
As from town to town I did drift
Not knowing how to drive
Having no bus, needing a lift
And every car approaching
Gives to the spirit a sense of hope
Only to drive by with a shake of the head
From the driver that says “Nope”
These days for each it is dangerous
Each of each other is afraid
With our advance of civilisation
A mess of our world we've made
In olden times of hose and cart
For a life you never had to ask
Every passing cart for you would stop
And take upon themselves the task
And offense would be taken if you refused
For the driver liked the company and the talk
But all that and those times are gone
All are afraid, and have to walk…
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