He's the only one alone
In a seat with nothing to do
Sees the ruins of his life
In the pebble in his shoe
Broke down pillars
And built'em up again
Those were high hand days
But only high grasses remain
That's the fate of a lonely traveller
His backpack and back are worn out
Just like his money ran
When he made love to some gin
And forgot where he began again
Broke down pillars
And built'em up again
Those were high hand days
But only high grasses remain
That's the mind of an old traveller
He's alone in a seat that's made for two
And his guts wrench like a snake
"Where'd it all go wrong?", he thinks,
"We're mad for goodness sake."
Those were the last thoughts
Of a broken traveller