Traveller's Diary

I see this lady on the terrace
She's got no makeup upon her face
She's dancing, like no one's watchin
She sees me, she sees me walkin, she goes
Where did you come from boy
Why is your face so pale
I said, I don't know this country
But I was hoping you could show me
Around

I'm walkin, I'm walkin down this windy road
I'm walkin, and I can see it all unfold
From women bathing in the river
To men betting on cockfights
In moments like this I do wonder
Why did the chicken cross the road

Now I know how Armstrong must have felt
When he walked the silver hills of the Moon
Thousands of miles above Jules Verne's hot air baloon
The sheer beauty of an alien world
Surely is a heck of a sight to behold
That's what you sign up for when you set out on the road

Now I know how Armstrong must have felt
When he walked the silver hills of the Moon
Thousands of miles above Jules Verne's hot air baloon
The sheer beauty of an alien world
Surely is a heck of a sight to behold
That's what you sign up for when you set out on the road