But you’re still standing there soaked to the bone
I try not to thing about it too often
Maybe you could come over sometime
I try not to do it too often
Traveler
Lay your head on the pavement
Sing your worries to death
God, you’ve really made your mark on me
I look for you everywhere that I go
There must be some kind of magic at work here
I’ve never been so tired in my life
Traveler
Lay your head on the pavement
Sing your worries to death