Accidental Voice, because Dean.
(His cadence while singing changes as the lyrics go along)
There's a voice That keeps on calling Dean Down the road Where Dean always seems to be And every stop Dean makes Dean sees Dean's old friend It ain't long 'till Dean gets spun round and Dean is gone again.
Maybe Tomorrow Dean's whole world'll settle down. But it ain't tomorrow, So Dean keeps movin' on.
Dean's down a road, That never seems to end, Full of track-lines and rails And lies around each bend.
So if you're gonna join Dean, for a while Better grab your hatch, you know Dean lives like that, kinda hobo style.
Maybe Tomorrow Dean'll wanna settle down. It ain't tomorrow, So this old world's still Dean's home.
Dean's got Dean's own world waitin' to unfold. In a ziplock bag where Dean can drag out this worn-down soul.
Dean's made it through so far so Dean knows it won't be long. Dean must be almost there, Dean already paid Dean's fare with this hobo song.
Maybe Tomorrow; Dean's God will help Dean settle down.
But it ain't Tomorrow so Dean guesses Dean'll keep moving on...