I’m tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we’re coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I’m tired of people being ugly to each other

I’m tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we’re coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I’m tired of people being ugly to each other (John Coffey, The Green Mile)