Took the pain of my hands today
Looked up at the sky and couldn't see the birds
A new year came and went
Undoubtedly it's still the same
Nothing right or wrong
Just the cold wind that blows so long
Traveling men don't get married
What where you thinking
Traveling men don't get married
You should have quit drinking
It took gypsy from the east to stop your road just temporarily
It was the eyes of your queen
So you took a shot
Forever is never broken down
Forever is the energy we can not capture long enough that it will hang around
A short term is the best terms the traveling man can hope there may be
The weary flat black circle we shift in but cannot see
The sunset is always for sure
The back lit doorway he walks through
Traveling men don't get married
What where you thinking
Traveling men don't get married
You should have quit drinking
The road is home again as the lady fades into dusks simple moments
Took the pain of my hands today
Laid down alone no more right next to you
The smell of time when he was free overwhelmed all he could see
Gypsy passion and soft silk skin
Could not take the place of the places he had been
Now the queen he sees everywhere
Couldn't lay down the memories of when he was free
Now he knows that it's not just me
Alone has its destinations
But fails to hug me when I hurt
Traveling men sometimes can change
Wandering is not free
A price you pay
Then is not now and I am not he.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Took the pain of my hands today
Looked up at the sky and couldn't see the birds
A new year came and went
Undoubtedly it's still the same
Nothing right or wrong
Just the cold wind that blows so long
Traveling men don't get married
What where you thinking
Traveling men don't get married
You should have quit drinking
It took gypsy from the east to stop your road just temporarily
It was the eyes of your queen
So you took a shot
Forever is never broken down
Forever is the energy we can not capture long enough that it will hang around
A short term is the best terms the traveling man can hope there may be
The weary flat black circle we shift in but cannot see
The sunset is always for sure
The back lit doorway he walks through
Traveling men don't get married
What where you thinking
Traveling men don't get married
You should have quit drinking
The road is home again as the lady fades into dusks simple moments
Took the pain of my hands today
Laid down alone no more right next to you
The smell of time when he was free overwhelmed all he could see
Gypsy passion and soft silk skin
Could not take the place of the places he had been
Now the queen he sees everywhere
Couldn't lay down the memories of when he was free
Now he knows that it's not just me
Alone has its destinations
But fails to hug me when I hurt
Traveling men sometimes can change
Wandering is not free
A price you pay
Then is not now and I am not he.
