When you hear a knock at the door

You see the boots of the free ramblin’ man, don’t invite him in

Don’t even ask what he come here for

When you feel weary and your heart gets restless

go on and set your hand atop the stove

if you want to do something utterly reckless

Feel if the heat that feeds your hunger burns you

If your hand is reaching for that which could only hurt you

For the heart that feels warm today, tomorrow spurns you