I'll stand in line living in a tent
with a blanket for warmth
a pillow for my head
no money
One piece of bread
No limit to how long
I have to wait
I'll go anywhere
on any type of travel
But give me a heads up
when it's gravel so I can get padded up ready to ride
Walk, run and glide
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