Travelin' Man

I was drifting through nothing

Playing strings in the back of this bus

I was searching for something

Not sure who or what it was

Sometimes I get lonely

But I know she's leaving this house

I keep on rolling

Through another life

And another town

Got my aviators

And my cigarette lighter

And my leather jacket

I'm a jet fighter

Like a long haired hippy

Age seventy-seven

I'm a bat out of hell

Just searching for heaven

Ain't insane, I'm out of plans

Some people can't stand a traveling man

Alright

She was kissing on me

Saying "You know now I think

I'm in love"

And I said: "Thank you, believe me

But I think that you had enough"