The Traveler
So you're traveling again, on the road there's no end, and the yellow lines remind you not
to look too far behind you"¦ you might not look forward again. And your ears begin to ring
-- ahhh -- you sing the melodies inside your head, the ones you hear when you're in bed
and there's no instrument to play. Mile after mile"¦ bound to look the same"¦ bound to
look the same after a while. And you might not feel at home anywhere that you roam"¦
you try to make the best of it; the way you live, it might not fit with anybody else. So you're
traveling again, on the road there's no end, and the yellow lines remind you not to look too
far behind you"¦ you might not look forward again. Mile after mile"¦ bound to look the
same"¦ Mile after mile"¦ bound to look the same after a while"¦