Traveler Kid's Blues Lyrics

Lookin for my friend who just got in on the Capitol Corridor train

You know the one with the guitar, the backpack and the dog

I was seeing if I could pass them a little food and a little cash

Yeah they said that they weren't gonna stick around too long

They said you got some pretty nice weather

But out there there's something much better

Yeah there's a fine line between living somewhere and real livin'

And all the happiness that I've found

I was covered in dust, we were covering ground

This world wants to tie me down but I ain't gonna give in

One more city, one more train

One more night flying that sign out in the pouring rain

One more season, to ride and roam

I'd rather die than go back home

I can't gather any moss, I'm a rolling stone

And I'm not alone

I once knew a joker, called himself a broker

Moving vials to pay his bills

Last I saw they were dropping wash down on hippy hill

Now he's all dressed up in satin, got himself a high-rise spot in Manhattan

And boy everything sure looks like it's going uphill

But the call of the lonesome road, and that squat back in west Oakland

Sure looks like a funky sight in the rearview mirror

And you used all your ability

To buy yourself some stability

Your standing still, running from your fears

All and all we are we, and that road was paved for you and me

But it might cost your relationships and your teeth

And you don't have to do much math to pick your path

So go on now, go on and set yourself free

One more city, one more train

One more night flying that sign out in the pouring rain

One more season, to ride and roam

I'd rather die than go back home

I can't gather any moss, I'm a rolling stone

And I know, I know I'm not alone

One more tour, one more time

One more chance to take that dream and carry it on down that line

One more travel, one more busk

If you can keep that wheel spinning it'll never rust

All I need is happy thoughts and fairy dust

And my wanderlust

And my wanderlust

And my wanderlust