ترانه:
Tim O Brien Travelers

We are but travelers on a road without end Searching for signs that the spirit may send There are few answers in this life I'm afraid Only more questions

Family history, I don't know too much, family history, I don't keep in touch With my mother and father quite like I want to do There's some family history

Born in the mountains, many years ago Climbed these hills and valleys through the rain and snow I've seen the lightning flashin', heard the thunder roll

in a friendly kitchen, the wind outside it howls and blows I'll let em dry by a cozy fire, and warm my soaked and wrinkled toes Chorus These are shoes that like to travel

I try to travel around with less and less I tried them all and the simple way is the way that's best I save a lot of time not havin' to choose What color

Restless spirit, wandering, come on home again Tell me about your days of old, wander back again You won't admit your life is taken, to your death not

You close the door in front of me, I wait patiently outside But as the minutes tick away I feel the anger rise Who's the object of this rage, who's not