Vagabond Video (MV)

Clear blue skies that turn to gray
Clouds roll into shade
Let the stars pour out the rain
Rolling thunder, lightning blades

Illegal passenger with aim
For a new place, sittin on top of a train

No protection at all
To keep me dry from this storm
Have to weather the fall
Of the thunder to my bones

Taking off beyond the plains,
Locomotive onward through the clouds of gray

I have not lost my way
Passing through fields of grain
Feel the rain on my face
To know I'm living today
Just a bag with a trace of my former life keeps me sane while I'm away

Fading clouds end of day
Rolling thunder, distant quakes
Smaller flashes of blades
Past the storm on the train