I’m sitting alone after midnight again, fan shifting the hot summer’s air.
There’s a train rolling by on its way to St. Lou, wish I was riding out there.
Couple of whiskies, long stretch of beer, my left leg is out like last night.
Cause' I ain’t getting to where I’m going, got a life spent traveling light.
It’s better by far to be what you are. Than something someone said you should be.
Cause' dreams are as real as the way that you feel. And the pictures of life that you see.
A mind wanders back to depot and diner, I can almost smell them right now.
And a casual kiss on a city street corner Everything that mama don’t allow.
Piano playing through plate-glass window, when I didn’t have the price at the door.
Someday I vowed, I’ll be in front of the crowd, I won’t have to wait anymore.
the Chorus:
Traveling light, you wish on any kind of star
that can give you some direction on who or where you are.
There’ll be no consolation cause you knew right from the start,
folks who always travel light, are born with restless hearts.
