Song for Hobo In times of need, people lean on words like “gone but not forgotten.” Right now it seems that there’s no end; the well of grief has no bottom. But I can’t go on grieving and grieving, I won’t forget my old friend; I’ve got to turn away now, walk that road again. In times of need, people lean on dreams like a world where someday we’ll be united. Right now it seems we’ve been ripped apart, so hard it makes no sense to fight it. But I can’t go on grieving and grieving, or the sadness will never end. I’ve got to turn away now so my heart can mend. Someday, somewhere, someone will inherit a better world. In our darkest hour, we will find a way to rise up from the pain that could drown us. Soon I will see a new dawn rise in the wonder of the world that surrounds us. And I won’t be grieving: I won’t forget my old friend. I will carry your memory as I walk again.