Travelling between one lonely town & another
each tear drop brings me more alone then the other
More people In solitude the further I go
Sadder I fall the deeper along the trail I am
Broken hearts that need a mending
But my sewing kit I do not have with me at all
A patch of love a kiss of kindness
Some grateful words a heartfelt blessing be to everyone
Travelling between these dusty sign posts is never clear
But with my faith that I hold dear
I should be able to steer my way through
And be better before than I ever had hoped to be
Travelling on down the road
Down the road that I go..