Traveling Song — текст песни (Kathy Mar)

This is my traveling song
The end of this journey is almost in sight
An island-of-exile coffeehouse is my weary stop tonight
My friends are dying or getting married
It`s hard to tell which one is which
And I`ll be back home in my own sweet country soon
If I don`t drive into a ditch

This is my travelling song
The border guards ask for my produce to take
I tell them I`ve nothing to declare and my foot lifts off the brake
My heart is crying "Too long you`ve tarried"
It`s hard to slow down for the curve
And I`ll be back home etc.
If I don`t forget how to swerve

Bridge: I can know in my heart it`s a sad cliche
As the wanderlust calls me far away
And I love the good old USA
But it is not my home
To my aching heart a mem`ry reaches
Of her golden hills and endless beaches
And the lesson that it softly teaches
"California is your home.
You`ve had time enough to roam,
And it`s time to come back home."

This is my traveling song
I open the door and I call that I`m back
And I ask someone just what day this is for I find that I`ve lost track
My family`s flying in hugs I`m buried
It`s hard to tell which way to turn
And I`ll stay right here in my own sweet country now
`Cause at last I`ve started to learn

Bridge

Coda: This is my travelling song
But it`s time to go back home
This is my travelling song
I`ve had time enough to roam
This is my travelling song
California is my home (x3)




Words and music: Kathy Mar

Copyright 2002 Kathy Mar