(Fearing/White)



I was born to be a traveler, I must have landed on my head

I used to dream that I was flying, I was falling out of bed

Then the family started moving, but some got left behind

And we learned to send postcards, like letters from the frontline

Out of sight but never out of mind

I was born to be a traveler

To roll and ride



My Mother she told me how to get out of the country

Wrap the teacups up in comics and you can read them later

Learn to tie a knot but you must always have a blade

And cuts are just a consequence of the choices that you made

She showed me when to leave and my Father taught me why

I was born to be a traveler

To roll and ride



I'm running for love

For love and for money

I run when I'm stung

When I stumble and fall

I fall into the future

Not a break in my stride

I was born to be a traveler

To roll and ride



Early in the evening, I take my stuff out of the car

Someone asks me, maybe they could look at my guitar

And I open up the case, a little worn, a little frayed

A little weary of creating all the miles I have made

A gallery of faces, where the memories collide

I was born to be traveler

To roll and ride



Drums: Gary

Bass: John 

Organ: Richard 

Acoustic Guitar, Bg Vocal: Tom

Electric Guitar, 12-String Guitar, Harmony: Colin

Electric Guitar, Mandoguitar, Lead Vocal: Stephen