Travelers — текст песни (Tim O`Brien)

We are but travelers on a road without end
Searching for signs that the spirit may send
There are few answers in this life I`m afraid
Only more questions from this world that he made

South of the city where the olive trees grow
In the space between moments my heart sometimes goes
I bathe in the silence there down on my knees
Then it`s gone like a woman who dances to tease

There was no way I could hold you my dear
I can only get closer with each passing year

Sometimes I`m inside you, sometimes we`re apart
But there`s always a place for you here in my heart
And if we survive it will all just depend
For we are but travelers on a road without end