Uhm.

I met a tramp last night. He has no home and he never has. He is beautiful and travels America. He plays music, the fiddle lately, to make money. He is from the south, his family left him for central America. He is 18, I met him originally two years ago on his own playing accordion at the corner at union. I want to hug him and kiss him and make him feel like he has a home. He wants to settle down one day on a farm with no electricity. That sounds like a beautiful plan. He wasn't interested, but I found him fascinating.