Oh 60s stuff- you know foot loose and free swinging. :-)
Restless wanderer under the night
Bound to be gone before first light
Loaded with wes and cares that are many
The tears that he shed, h'was sold for a penny
His travel stained jacket, battered old hat
And a rare lazy smile like a wizened stray cat
He turns on his heels, his soul seems so frail
And with a nod and wave, he returns to his trail