There was a chill that night in the hobo jungle     Over the train yard lay a smooth coat of frost     And although nobody here really knows where they’re goin’     At the very same time    nobody’s lost     Then the fire went out  and the night grew still     This old man lay frozen     on the cold cold ground     He was a stray bird   and the road was his callin’     Ridin’ the rods     Sleepin’ under the stars     Playin’ the odds     from a rollin’ box car     She attended the fun’ral in the hobo jungle         Long were they lovers     though never could they wed     Drifters and rounders       and distant friends     Here I lie without anger or regret     I’m in no one’s debt     Man goes nowhere     Ev’rything comes like tomorrow     But she took that last ride           there by his side     He spent his whole life   pursuing the horizon     Ridin’ the rods     Sleepin’ under the stars     Playin’ the odds      from a rollin’ box car