Traveling Again

Have I got everything? Am I ready to go?

Is it going to be wild, is it gonna be the best time?

Or am I just a-saying so-o-o-o? Am I ready to go?

What do I hear when I say I hear the call of the road?

I think it started with driving, more speed, more deals, more

sky, more wheels

More things to leave behind, now it's all in a day for the

modern mind

And I am traveling again

Calling this a ghost town, and where is the heartland?

And I'm afraid, oh, was there any good reason, that I had to go

When all I know is I can never come back.

Traveling I made a friend, he had a trouble in his head

And all he could say's that he knew that the bottle

Drank the woman from his bed, from his bed

He said "I'm not gonna lose that way again."

But sober is just like driving, more joy, more dread, someone

turns her head

And smiles and disappears

He's gotta take it like it is, and it goes too fast

And he is just like me, caught in-between, no sage advisor

Does weary mean wiser?

And someday will I sing the mountains that carried me away away

From home and hometown boys like you?

Yeah, but what about us? Was it really that bad?

Oh it's hard to believe I want a highway roadstop

More than all the times we had, on little dirt roads

What am I reaching for that's better than a hand to hold?

It really was about driving, not fame, not wealth,

Not driving away from myself

It's just myself drove away from me

And now I gotta get it back and it goes so fast, so I am traveling

again

Sitting at the all-nite, picking up a pen

And I'm afraid, oh, was there any good reason

That I had to go, when all I know is I am all alone again

And you are the ghost town, and I am the heartland

And I can say, oh, that's a very good reason

That I had to go, but now all I know is I can never come back

And I will never go back.