The Nothingdoers - Travelogue | Текст песни

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• The Nothingdoers
• Travelogue

We were trav'ling for a day or two
To the place we'll never be with you
We were bumming for some cigarettes
Strangest people that you ever met

We were going to another town
Miles unraveling behind our backs
Possibilities just let us down
Writing poetry on guitar necks

All the things we've been familiar with
Seem to slowly wander off our sight
Running hand in hand with summer breeze
Trains we hop to kill another night

Voices humming in distorted tones
Ghosts that follow us, a solemn tribe
Our posessions is a load of songs
Our fortune is the minor vibe

Books we read in eyes of passers-by
Telling stories in a couple of words
On our marks again with hostile life
Drinking water for the salt of earth

In the distance hear the churchbell toll
Silver planes that cut against the sky
Something new to feed the hungry souls
Something precious for the heart to hide