Travelling On

I walked away not knowing where I would go
I'd walk all day through that old rain, sleet, and snow
Looking to find something I could never know
Walking still, travelling on

I was helped by Gypsies and was hassled by the cops
I'd take buses to their last stops
I'd walk on roads till the roads would all end
Then I'd take to the woods, my dear friend

I'd walk on bike paths, by rivers, through farms
I'd walk for weeks, it never did me any harm
But on lonely nights I'd dream of a sweet girl in my arms
When morning comes, I'm travelling on

Travelling on, I say, will I ever learn?
Travelling on, I say, will I ever learn?
Just felt like love was something that I ought to earn
Don't I know travelling on?

You can get hooked on painful yearning
You can get used to bridges burning
You can get used to walking all alone
Feels like home, travelling on

I'd climb mountains and I'd get to their tops
I'd think of my sister, and my mother, and my pops
I'd think of one-time would-be lovers I never told
Far too late now, long time cold

I'd walk by soon-to-be-ruins
Monuments to industry and greed
I'd walk on harboursides that will be washed into the sea
Some sultry nights I'd find a sweet girl in my arms
When morning comes, I'm travelling on