It's the same sad story, love and glory going 'round and 'round
It's the same old cliché, a wanderer on his way, slipping from town to town
Some find peace here on the sweet streets, the sweet streets of home
Where kindness falls and your heart calls for a permanent place of your own

I'm a wayfarer, baby, I drift from town to town
When everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissing up the highway, spinning 'round and 'round

You start out slow in a sweet little bungalow, something two can call home
Then rain comes falling, the blues come calling, and you're left with a heart of stone

Some folks are inspired sitting by the fire, slippers tucked under the bed
But when I go to sleep I can't count sheep for the white lines in my head

I'm a wayfarer, baby, I roam from town to town
When everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissing up the highway, spinning 'round and 'round

Where are you now
Where are you now
Where are you now

I'm a wayfarer, baby, I roam from town to town
When everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissing up the highway, spinning 'round and 'round

I'm a wayfarer, baby
I'm a wayfarer, baby
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