John William Travis
Well, I don't think that I know you or variants of you
Well, it's been long, but I'm only passing through
The code Ritz now is for highways, the falling stables fade
Goldmines have gone and gold diggers passed away
Well, it's up to you
Behind my shoulder
To see them walking the land
But I'll mend these shoes
But I'm much older
Believe I'm walking the sand
There ain't nobody to take you home
There ain't nobody to let you in
There is somebody to see what's in my soul
Well, I don't think that I know you or variants of you
Well, it's been long, but I'm only passing through
The code Ritz now is for highways, the falling stables fade
Goldmines have gone and gold diggers passed away
Well, it's up to you
Behind my shoulder
To see them walking the land
But I'll mend these shoes
But I'm much older
Believe I'm walking the sand
There ain't nobody to take you home
There ain't nobody to let you in
There ain't nobody to take you home
There ain't nobody to let you in
There ain't nobody to take you home
There ain't nobody to let you in
There is somebody to see
What's in my soul
