I missed my train on a Friday afternoon. I was retrieving a pocket full of change for you. But I couldn't find anything worth giving. And you couldn't find a reason to keep on. I made my way to a warm bed. We both made our way to a bottle. But I couldn't get the image of you from my head. I'd place a bet that you'll never think of me again. It's been a long, long while since any place felt like home, since anyone knew where you were since anyone was thankful. It's been a long, long while since any place felt like home, since anyone held out their hand with anything but pennies for you.