Crowd of Drifters

Sometimes the road is too long

You meet all kinds of people

Some of them cast no shadow

They have no reflections

Take a look in your photobook

I'm not there anymore

I was a traveling salesman

I got lost on the backroads

Fell in with a crowd of drifters.

Sometimes the sun is too bright

And it burns you like acid

You get to love driving at night

The moon is so close you can kiss it

I used to remember you smiling and waving

I don't think

I can anymore

I was a traveling salesman

I got lost on the backroads

Fell in with a crowd of drifters.

We come, unnoticed, at sundown

At the start of a blackout

We set bonfires all over town

And it's over by morning

Sometimes we bring the rat and the wolf

And sometimes the worm

I was a traveling salesman

I got lost on the backroads

Fell in with a crowd of drifters.