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| Travel Travel Travel |
10/22/1999
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Where do I go from here?
I don't know.
All this travel makes me so weak and slow.
I'm so tired that my blood won't flow.
I said, where do I go from here?
I don't know.
Travel travel travel, I don't want to.
Travel travel travel, my clothes are beginning to unravel.
Travel travel travel, my shoes are filled with rocks and gravel.
Now the sun goes down and I spend the night in an inn in town.
I hope that it will be safe there tonight.
And I hope that in the morning I'll feel alright, I hope that I'll feel alright.
Now that I am up I'll eat my breakfast quickly and drink from my cup.
I am now on the road and I am carrying a heavy heavy load.
It's making me so weak and slow.
But now I know where to go from here, I see my house, though it's not so near.
I hurry along and I sing my song.
Travel travel travel, I don't want to.
Travel travel travel, my clothes are beginning to unravel.
Travel travel travel, my shoes are filled with rocks and gravel.
My house is finally here, its fuzzy shape in the distance finally becomes clear.
Now my journey is done.
Thank goodness, because I feel dead!
I think I will go to sleep at peace in my bed.
And sing my song.
Travel travel travel, I don't want to.
Travel travel travel, my clothes are beginning to unravel.
Travel travel travel, my shoes are filled with rocks and gravel.
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