It's hard to tend
a garden on the road
About as tough as making
love over the phone
Is home a box of overripe tomatoes
Just a closet full of hangers
Four straight walls between
you and the air
It's easy to believe you when you say
that you're not sure you
were made to live this way.
Like a truant with a talent
or a bard who's lost your balance,
a Peter Pan who flew once
And may the road let you down easy
When you go, go with champagne
May you know the kindest strangers.
May you never drive through rain.
May your sunsets all be sweeter
when you're gone
May your good friends
always greet you with a song
May your bread always be buttered
and the whiskey flow like water
And find you kind and true and fair
And may your stars be counting
on a vagabond prayer
May your stars be counting
on a vagabond prayer
May your stars be counting on
the Vagabond Prayer
May your stars be counting
on the Vagabond Prayer
May your stars be counting on
the Vagabond Prayer
May your stars be counting
on the Vagabond Prayer
May your stars be counting on
the Vagabond Prayer
May your stars be counting on
the Vagabond Prayer
May your stars be counting
on the Vagabond Prayer
May your stars be counting
on the Vagabond
Prayer you