Traveler, what kind of profession is that anyway?
Traveler, I always thought you'd come back my way.
You've seen some lions and tigers, but hey, I know none of that.
You've seen some pretty people, but hey, I've only seen you.

'Cuz our, our story, is unwritten cuz you hopped on that train,
And I, I'm sorry, but I guess I'll have to tell you one day,
what I think, what I think

That I'm addicted to the way that you're movin',
the way the wind just blows the hair by your ear.
That I'm enchanted by the way that you're lookin',
and how I wish that I could be there.
How I wish, we could be. Something
How I wish, we could be. Something
How I wish, we could be. We could be.

Traveler, your passions are the rudder of your sails.
Traveler, you search but don't see whats behind the veil.
You've seen some passionate things, and hell, I wish that I could.
You've seen some pretty places, faces, but hey, I've only seen you.

Traveler, the wind may blow you just a to and fro.
Traveler, its up to you to, where to go.