Often confusing

Hobo

There's a hobo in the house.
He stinks we should get him out.
Oh wait it's a mirror, round.
Guess I'm the only one still around.

And they all live in their towns,
Far away from this lonely house.
And I'm left with this little song,
Two fingers and a silver tongue.
I'm just a hobo walking all around.
Always seen but never found.
A life that's just one huge trip,
Traveling till my life dips.

They kicked me out yet again.
Guess I was sleeping in someone else's bed.
They all feel the same right now,
Cold, empty, and filled with dark down.

And I walk hoping for a road.
Pick me up, my legs are sore.
Take me away to the shore,
Where I can sleep another hour more.
I'm just a hobo walking all around.
Always seen but never found.
I'm just a creek, a forgotten sound.
I'm just the hobo that you see around.