Every man and woman who walks through that door carries their entire history Name a year I’ll tell you where I’ve been
I don’t have a bad but a preferential memory
The pieces that I’ve held on, to be But that’s a really nice thing
I’m the blind traveler finding my way home by feeling the trees
I’m the blind traveler finding my way home by feeling the trees
The destination it was always inside of me But it’s funny to see where I was looking I’ll take credit for my own satisfaction
but I still feel like thanking somebody
The pieces that I’ve held on, to be But that’s a really nice thing
I’m the blind traveler finding my way home by feeling the trees I’m the blind traveler finding my way home by feeling the trees
I shake new hands to uncover a new mystery The truth about me is I’m always listening
La la la la, la la la la la traveler, traveler
La la la la, la la la la la Traveler
Traveler Traveler
