Traveling Man

Traveling man

We crossed lines

I shared a few words on my mind

He looked at me

laughed and sang a silly song

Traveling man walked away the fool

Traveling man, traveling man.

The bliss of the fool is dance of the Damned

Well he did some time, I was there by his side

I was always on his mind.

Day and night he kept hearing my words

"Don't bring the man back to the van".

Traveling man, traveling man.

Don't bring that man back to your van.

Mmmmmm...

Tempe, Arizona: we meet again.

I saw the boots of a traveling man

Out on the street, it's a warm and dusty land

His eyes told the story of a wiser man.

Traveling man, traveling man.

The bliss of the fool is dance of the Damned

Traveling man, traveling man.

Don't bring that man back to the van.

Mmmmmm...

Ride on!

Ride on, ride on

Goes the traveling man.

Ride on!

Ride on!

Ride on.

You ride on.