Traveling Man

Traveling man
We crossed lines
I shared a few words on my mind
He looked at me
Laughed and sang a silly song
Traveling man walked away the fool

Traveling man, traveling man
The bliss of the fool is dance of the Damned

Well he did some time, I was there by his side
I was always on his mind
Day and night he kept hearing my words
"Don't bring the man back to the van"

Traveling man, traveling man
Don't bring that man back to your van

Mmmmmm...

Tempe, Arizona: we meet again
I saw the boots of a traveling man
Out on the street, it's a warm and dusty land
His eyes told the story of a wiser man

Traveling man, traveling man
The bliss of the fool is dance of the Damned
Traveling man, traveling man
Don't bring that man back to the van

Mmmmmm...

Ride on!
Ride on, ride on
Goes the traveling man
Ride on!
Ride on!
Ride on
You ride on