VAGABOND MOTEL

Written by chris molitor

My momma always told me

to keep me my feet on the ground.

But the fear of flight could not be

found anywhere inside of me.

Woah…woah…

 

My Bags are packed,

I’m standing up.

A deep breathe in. I’m heading out.

 

Never could have guess

Just what lied ahead.

But I’ll save that tale

Til after I’m dead!

Woah..woah..

 

Woah….

Return to your rest, oh my soul.

Oh you felt held down,

But now your crying, “I’m free now!”

 

Woah…..

I won’t let time pass me by.

So friend I wish you well.

You can find me at the Vagabond Motel.

 

Yeah, the road is long, as now you can tell

But you’re happy to be going cause you went through Hell.

WOah…woah…

 

Now you’ve waved goodbye

To Death and His friends.

Redemption has found a home in your hands

Woah…Woah..

 

Woah….

Return to your rest, oh my soul.

Oh you felt held down,

But now your crying, “I’m free now!”

 

Woah…..

I won’t let time pass me by.

So friend I wish you well.

You can find me at the Vagabond Motel.

Woah…woah…woah…woah

 

The Broken will be singing, “Free at last!”

The Hopeless will be singing, “Free at last!”

The Orphans will be singing, “Free at last!”

The Lonely will be singing, “Free at last!”