More than he had money
More than he had fame
He heard the whisper of angel voices in the rain
They said he'd be all right to heed the call again
He gave his regards to old Broadway his number out again
I watched as his penciled name faded on the pad
I said goodbye to the best friend I've never really had
Some men are made to move
I'm a wanna be nomad
And there's no country for this man
He's not coming home again
What weariness of mind it gives me just to watch
I want to hold him here I need my friend so much
It's great wide world I hope we stay in touch as the day arrives
How very strange it is the mindset he rejects
He'll write some letters that he'll probably forget to send
No better reason than there's no reasons to stay
No ties that bind could ever make this man a slave
I said there's no country for this man
Oh he's not coming home again
All of my life waiting
Stars in the sky like dreams for the taking
Closing my eyes and waiting
My lust for adventure is abating
I said there's no country for this man
Oh he's he's not coming home
He's not coming home again
I said there's oh there is no country for this man
Oh he's not coming home again
