The Exodus

Of late, the world is a circus There is no more running from the gun Translate the human transgressions We're cosmic impressions of the sun I'm on the exodus Where no one can find me In the river, I will be alone My bones have always been aching From a fever or shaken' from the cold And my home is a number of places I'm a traveling family son And my hands are constantly shaking From mistakes I was making when I was young But, my voice is a constant reminder Of the cosmic impressions of the sun I'm on the exodus Where no one can find me In the river, I will be alone All I've got to give are my bones And this world is asking for more My heart is tickin' You can't sell your soul for a home