Travelling 歌詞

Travelling the road, last known is where i want to 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 Travelling come to a tavern for a momentary rest I see the old man that i passed on the road in his distress As i turned to go i can hear him say, "son, stay. have a drink, i'll pay." Let bygones be gone, it's all in the past, we raise a glass Please don't be a stranger in my place 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 Please don't be a stranger in my place