Ain’t it hard to have a home
When all you’re longing for
is to ramble and roam.
It makes it hard to have a home.
And ain’t it good to say goodbye
Throw your troubles into the sky.
Makes it good to say goodbye
I have walked and I have strayed
So many roads, so many ways.
And I’ve stumbled, and I fell low,
So much to see, so much to show.
And ain’t it hard to have a home,
When all you’re longing for
is to ramble and roam.
It makes it hard to have a home.
And as the world, glides on by
on a train, a tiny sigh
leaves my mouth and greets the day,
drifts on south, floats away.
Ain’t it hard to have a home
When all you’re longing for
is to ramble and roam.
It makes it hard to have a home.
And ain’t it good to say goodbye
Throw your troubles into the sky.
Makes it good to say goodbye
Makes it sweet to say goodbye
makes it hard to have a home,
but kind of sad to be alone.