Paroles de Driftin'" (Greg Brown and Dick Pinney)

Candy wrappers and small town dirt Under the dumb sun away we'll blow Old man down in a pop bottle ditch Lookin, for somethin, nobody goin' to throw Driftin' Like the sand or snow And all the people say they wanna know Where you gonna go The road is crowded and woods are all zoned But, there's plenty of room if you don't know where to go if you've got the ache But you ain't got the cure if you're fed up and hungry If you're Driftin' Like the cold salt sea Like that one weird song You just can't find no melody Everybody's talking 'bout the road and home Everybody's got a taste of love to loan Everybody's got a watch of dizzy time They say "how you doin' at your hustle?" I say "I'm driftin' Hiding in culverts from the rain Nervous as a young hobo Watching trains"