A Place To Hang My Hat On

Got no place to call a home,
I just stumble by,
Like a rolling stone,

Looking for a different sun,
Looking for these skies to change,
Long for everyday to be new and strange,

It just ain't in my make-up,
To set to rest my boots,
I begin to feel an itch in my feet,
Whenever I start to grow roots,
But it's starting to get a bit old,
It's taking a toll on my tired soul,
Think it's time to get me a place of my own,
A place to hang my hat on,

It looks like I'm never done roaming,
When it starts dawning,
My boots start walking,

The road up ahead is long,
Got my guitar strapped to my back,
To get me along,

It just ain't in my make-up,

To set to rest my boots,

I begin to feel an itch in my feet,

Whenever I start to grow roots,

But it's starting to get a bit old,

It's taking a toll on my tired soul,

Think it's time to get me a place of my own,

A place to hang my hat on,

Maybe one day I'll settle down,
But lord I hope,
It ain't when I'm six feet underground,

It just ain't in my make-up,

To set to rest my boots,

I begin to feel an itch in my feet,

Whenever I start to grow roots,

But it's starting to get a bit old,

It's taking a toll on my tired soul,

Think it's time to get me a place of my own,

A place to hang my hat on,

ARealRock'N'Rolla

It Hangs On You.

A young man from warwickshire,
Got it right,
Yeah he had it right all along,
To be or not to be is the question,
You gotta answer 'fore you die,
Hope you don't get it wrong,
'Cause on it, everything rests,
What does the future hold,
You gotta wait for it to unfold,

Hopefully in time,
You'll see,
Before the bells of fate chime,
That it's not what you see,
Instead what you feel,
That's real.

Zimmerman, did understand,
Where it all was,
Just blowing in the wind,
The harder you look,
The more it eludes you,
The more you feel it forsook you,

But you can't search,
For it,
The closer to the verge,
Of finding it you get,
The further away,
It will run from you,

Maybe one day you'll get the chance,
To have a glance,
Of it all,
Maybe you'll get loss,
Maybe you won't get across,
To the other shore,

To be or not to be,
The answer's blowing in the wind,
It hangs on you,
It ain't some muse's whim,
You're the sole ruler of your fate,
Your mistakes are yours to make,
It hangs on you,
Oh, yeah, it hangs on you.

ARealRock'N'Rolla