Sleeping in a broken home full of despair,
Tobacco, smoke and broken cans of beer
I made​ my mind to leave for good,
Pack my bags, run away far as I could
A red hunting hat kept me warm in the night,
Apart from the great bear I saw blurry lights
Somewhere in the stage of a lonely bar,
I saw her sing and play her guitar
But then I kept and went on my way,
A voice ever sweet calmly fading away.

I woke to the sound of waves crashing the sea, in a...