This was somewhat intended to be written as a song. Perhaps one day it will be.
Traveling Man by Davey Garay
The road I’m traveling
Is lonesome, hallow and dark.
It never ends and frequently bends
But never ever stops.
I’m a solitary man, cuz this is how I stand
I travel from city to city and play a one man band.
I sing and hum, play my guitar and then run.
I’m a solitary man but a traveling man and my baggage has overrun.
It slows me down, makes my face forever frown.
I’ve lost my way and I’ll never understand how
But since I’ve taken this road, five years to the day
I know I wasn’t alone.
She waits for me just in the other town.
Maybe this time she’ll stay.
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