Tossed a penny watched it roll
said “heads I’m heading to New Mexico,
tails I’m staying right here where I sit.”
Would you believe me if I lied
said it stayed up on it’s side
so I hitched a ride to a place I never left.
Oh that traveling on, that feeling gone, that age old remedy.
I know that feeling. I Like it. I Know it well.
Like I’m rolling away from my tolling bell
and the hope alone seems to make me fit.
On my guitar I sit and strum
because when a song comes along
it’s like seeing something no one’s gonna believe.
I’ve been drunk enough to boast
a divine purpose for this coast to coast
but most of the time it’s just enough to leave.
Oh that traveling on, that feeling gone, that age old remedy
Now sober I’m humble but still I strum
because when a song comes along
I find faith in things I simply can’t conceive.
I’m like Siddhartha, like a fisherman.
I need something rolling by when I make my stand. I’m just a man using his hands to pray.
When joy drops by or whatever’s sweet
don’t you beg her to stay like you never did meet
and not want to return to where she swept you away?
Oh that traveling on, that feeling gone, that age old remedy
I know that feeling, I like it, I know it well
like I’m ringing my own tolling bell
and I’m not alone, I’m not alright, I’m not afraid.