Текст песни Some Traveling Music

How can you say something new about being alone Tell somebody you're a loner? Right away they think you're lonely It's not the same thing, you know It's not wanting to put all your marbles in one pocket And that's caring enough not to care too much Mostly, I guess it's letting yourself come first for a while One day, I'm gonna find me an island, a think place Go there with a mess of records and a ukalele Just sit strumming, I might even do some thinking About the women and the towns that I left behind