Travelin' On

Travelin' on, I just lost my breath

It's scaring me to death as I turn off the lights tonight

Got mindlessly high, now my mouth is dry

Goodbye

Call the press, a musician's facing death

And you support their rage

Exploit myself with my declining health

Fading slowly, having hope in time

I want to learn to climb, but I don't want to try

I hate that my body's not working right

The steps keep piling on, scale's always wrong

So long

Call the press, a musician's facing death

And you support their rage

Exploit myself with my declining health

Fading slowly, having hope in time

I've got battle scars, but don't complain a lot

I can't leave the bar, so I'm utterly distraught

Tracking down the footsteps of dirt that I create

My heart's on the ground, I think I'm profound

I'm no saint

Call the press, a musician's facing death

There's flowers on their grave

Exploit myself with my declining health

Fading slowly, it's unholy

There's no hope this time