Travelling

Traveling, the road

Less known is where I wanna be

My compass directing

Electing, an open road with golden trees

But there's an old man, in need on the ground

I try not to make a sound

He holds out his hand as I walk away

I hear him say

Please don't be a stranger in my place

Please don't be a stranger in my place, yeah

Traveling, I come to

A tavern for a momentary rest

I see the old man

That I passed, on the road in his distress

I turned to go, then hear him say

Son stay, have a drink I'll pay

Let by-gones be gone, it's all in the past

We raise a glass

Please don't be a stranger in my place

Please don't be a stranger in my place

Please don't be a stranger in my place

Please don't be a stranger in my place, yeah

What if I could be

What you wanted me to be

What if I could see

What you wanted me to see

Come on and show me

Come on and show me

Please don't be a stranger in my place

Please don't be a stranger in my place

Please don't be a stranger in my place

Please don't be a stranger in my place, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah