I see the cold light comin’ from the window
Of your warm 40,000 dollar home
But I don’t need you people
‘Cause these roads they are meant to roam
These roads they are meant to roam.

Hunger and thirst are my companions
Cold and pain they know my cry
But I don’t need you people
‘Cause I’ll roam ‘til the day I die.

(Turns out I didn’t. Only til I landed a good job.)