Traveler Kid's Blues

Lookin for my friend who just got in on the Capitol Corridor train
You know the one with the guitar, the backpack and the dog
I was seeing if I could pass them a little food and a little cash
Yeah they said that they weren't gonna stick around too long

They said you got some pretty nice weather
But out there there's something much better
Yeah there's a fine line between living somewhere and real livin'
And all the happiness that I've found
I was covered in dust, we were covering ground
This world wants to tie me down but I ain't gonna give in

One more city, one more train
One more night flying that sign out in the pouring rain
One more season, to ride and roam
I'd rather die than go back home
I can't gather any moss, I'm a rolling stone
And I'm not alone

I once knew a joker, called himself a broker
Moving vials to pay his bills
Last I saw they were dropping wash down on hippy hill
Now he's all dressed up in satin, got himself
A high-rise spot in Manhattan
And boy everything sure looks like it's going uphill

But the call of the lonesome road, and that squat back in west Oakland
Sure looks like a funky sight in the rearview mirror
And you used all your ability
To buy yourself some stability
Your standing still, running from your fears

All and all we are we, and that road was paved for you and me
But it might cost your relationships and your teeth
And you don't have to do much math to pick your path
So go on now, go on and set yourself free

One more city, one more train
One more night flying that sign out in the pouring rain
One more season, to ride and roam
I'd rather die than go back home
I can't gather any moss, I'm a rolling stone
And I know, I know I'm not alone

One more tour, one more time
One more chance to take that dream and carry it on down that line
One more travel, one more busk
If you can keep that wheel spinning it'll never rust
All I need is happy thoughts and fairy dust
And my wanderlust
And my wanderlust
And my wanderlust