Thoughs

I have dust in my pocket and sugar in my hair,
Why must I be single and fair.
I left with no money and cloudy eyes.
I came back with no sorrow.
But he wind didn´t notice, the moon didn´t care,
And my shadow still waiths in that same old chair.
I trades my silence for one last song.
But the tune kept sayin´I was wrong.
Now the nights are longer than they used to be,
And the mirror won´t even look back at me.
Got no home, just a place to rest,
Where the blues lay heavy on my chest.