Come away from the roadside,
your feat, it is done.
The battle is over,
you have both lost and won.
For the drums, they're but an echo,
your trumpet players die
come away, come away
and know how hard you tried.
the King, he holds the aces,
he has not held your hand.
the queen, with her embraces,
you did not understand.
and the seeds that have fallen,
along the weary hobo's trail,
and just as they have fallen,
don't let yourself be felled.
Come away from the roadside,
your feat, it is done.
The battle is over,
you have both lost and won.
you have both lost and won.