Don't stop walking. Please?

I walk this street of broken dreams;
so that I may find a place to sleep.

And on my way i find a tree.
I lay down; but a cop yells at me.

All these houses in a row
Yet, I still have no place to go.

No matter how, why or when
it all comes down to my fault in the end

It hurts sometimes. I wish I was numb
smoking, drinking, drugs...hmm?

There's a certain time and a certain place
to make and not make all those silly mistakes.

I look up at the moon and the stars
hoping they'll lead me to a home not very far

It will all be okay I just know basically nothing
But what I do know is I can't stop walking.