its a long way from michigan. and new york. and mongolia. and seattle. and santiago.

sometimes so strange. sometimes so sweet. sometimes so lonely. 

the further i go more letters from home never arrive.

you just have to go, go, go

where? i don't know, know, know

this is the thing somebody said, somebody told me a long time ago. 

its beautiful and truthful. and sometimes its lovely. and sometimes it aches. this is the song of a traveler.