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