Not driving away from myself, it's just myself drove away from me...
A hopeful but sad song for today - Not because of today, but because I just really love this song. Offered for your lyricalic pleasure.
Traveling Again (Traveling I), by Dar Williams
Have I got everything? Am I ready to go?
Is it gonna be wild, is it gonna be the best time?
Or am I just saying so? Am I ready to go?
What do I hear when I say I hear the call of the road?
I think it started with driving, more speed, more deals,
more sky, more wheels, more things to leave behind.
Now it's all in a day for the modern mind,
and I am traveling, again.
Calling this a ghost town, and where is the heartland?
And I'm afraid, oh, was there any good reason that I had to go,
when all I know is I can never come back.
Traveling I made a friend, he had a trouble in his head.
And all he could say's that he knew that the bottle
drank the woman from his bed, from his bed.
He said "I'm not gonna lose that way again."
But sober is just like driving, more joy, more dread,
someone turns her head, and smiles and disappears.
He's gotta take it like it is, and it goes too fast.
And he is just like me caught in between,
no sage adviser, does weary mean wiser?
And someday will I sing the mountains that carried me away away
from home, and hometown boys like you?
Yeah, what about us? Was it really that bad?
Oh it's hard to believe I want a highway roadstop
more than all the times we had, on little dirt roads.
What am I reaching for that's better than a hand to hold?
It really was about driving, not fame, not wealth,
not driving away from myself, it's just myself drove away from me.
And now I gotta get it back, and it goes so fast,
so I am traveling, again.
Sitting at the all-night, picking up a pen.
And I'm afraid oh, was there any good reason
that I had to go when all I know is I am all alone, again.
And you are the ghost town, and I am the heartland.
And I can say, oh, that's a very good reason
that I had to go, but now all I know is I can never come back.
And I will never go back.
Traveling Again (Traveling I), by Dar Williams
Have I got everything? Am I ready to go?
Is it gonna be wild, is it gonna be the best time?
Or am I just saying so? Am I ready to go?
What do I hear when I say I hear the call of the road?
I think it started with driving, more speed, more deals,
more sky, more wheels, more things to leave behind.
Now it's all in a day for the modern mind,
and I am traveling, again.
Calling this a ghost town, and where is the heartland?
And I'm afraid, oh, was there any good reason that I had to go,
when all I know is I can never come back.
Traveling I made a friend, he had a trouble in his head.
And all he could say's that he knew that the bottle
drank the woman from his bed, from his bed.
He said "I'm not gonna lose that way again."
But sober is just like driving, more joy, more dread,
someone turns her head, and smiles and disappears.
He's gotta take it like it is, and it goes too fast.
And he is just like me caught in between,
no sage adviser, does weary mean wiser?
And someday will I sing the mountains that carried me away away
from home, and hometown boys like you?
Yeah, what about us? Was it really that bad?
Oh it's hard to believe I want a highway roadstop
more than all the times we had, on little dirt roads.
What am I reaching for that's better than a hand to hold?
It really was about driving, not fame, not wealth,
not driving away from myself, it's just myself drove away from me.
And now I gotta get it back, and it goes so fast,
so I am traveling, again.
Sitting at the all-night, picking up a pen.
And I'm afraid oh, was there any good reason
that I had to go when all I know is I am all alone, again.
And you are the ghost town, and I am the heartland.
And I can say, oh, that's a very good reason
that I had to go, but now all I know is I can never come back.
And I will never go back.