Spinning Compass Comunications

(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...