I am a blurred out background spot in that photo on your wall.
I'm of little significance to anyone here at all.
I'm just a man with no roots, borrowed songs and busted boots.
Always broke, but on the move, hey hey.
I am a tourist in your sunny day... Like a baby sitter.
And when I see your dog smile.. I cry inside a little 'cause
There's just so much to touch, but never enough to hold,
When you live your life through postcards and telephones.
Just like a wind blowin' through, or that train goin' choo-choo!
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I'll be seeing you.
We were born with walking shoes...
God bless my soul, as I take his name in vain.
We are cursed to be travelers in search of fame.
So when we hit the Hollywood hills, gonna scream our names!
Hoping one day they'll echo...
We are the tourists in your sunny day... both sweet and bitter.
And life's just a work in progress... it makes us sigh a little...
'Cause it's just so much to touch, but never enough to hold,
When you live your life through postcards and telephones.
Just like a wind blowin' through, or that train goin' choo-choo!
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I'll be seeing you.
So much to touch, but never enough to hold,
When you live your life through postcards and telephones.
Just like a wind blowin' through, or that train goin' choo-choo!
We were born with walking shoes....
So much to touch, but never enough to hold,
You can live your life like Mr. Dylan's 'Rolling Stone'.
He left the answers on the wind, and behind that choo-choo!
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I'll be seeing you
We were born with walking shoes, America, we'll be seeing you
Only ever passing through, so I guess we'll be seeing you
We were born with walking shoes.
I am a blurred out, background spot, in that photo on your wall...