Music Video
Top Songs By American Music Club
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
American Music Club
Performer
Mark Eitzel
Vocals
Daniel Pearson
Bass Guitar
Tim Mooney
Drums
Vudi
Guitar
Bruce Kaplan
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Hays
Songwriter
Pete Seeger
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Paterno
Assistant Engineer
Tchad Blake
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
MITCHELL FROOM
Producer
Lyrics
The love cry of the traveling man goes
No one knows who I am
But I'm as priceless as a brass ring
That's losing the heat from your hand
A quiet man sits quietly, learning his lesson
The slow smooth wheel of disintegration
You don't want them to talk to you
No you don't want to take part
You say, "Just get me back to the leper colony
'Cause that's where you left my heart"
I feel time pass by like a joy, no medicine can preserve
Somewhere along the line, I lost my nerve
Maybe I'm almost there
Maybe I'm almost there
And maybe I'm almost there
Maybe I'm almost there
Give me the keys to your theme park
Bury me under your layer of snow
And watch me ride all the rides
Around and around I go
I don't know if I've reached the bottom yet
And I don't know if the ice has finally begun to set
I feel time pass like a joy, I tried so hard to relearn
But somewhere along the line, I passed the point of no return
Maybe I'm almost there
Maybe I'm almost there
Yeah, maybe, maybe I'm almost there
Maybe I'm almost there
The love cry of the traveling man goes
No one knows who I am
But I'm as priceless as a brass ring
That lost the heat from your hand
Writer(s): John Mark Eitzel
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