Paper Lions
Paper Lions - Travelling lyrics
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Travelling the road, last known is where I wanna be My compass directing, electing, an open road with golden trees But there's an old man in need on the ground, I try not to make a sound He holds out his hand as I walk away, I hear him say Please don't be a stranger in my place Please don't be a stranger in my place, yeah Travelling come to a tavern for a momentary rest I see the old man that I passed on the road in his distress As I turned to go, I can hear him say, "Son, stay, have a drink, I'll pay" Let bygones be gone, it's all in the past, we raise a glass Please don't be a stranger in my place Please don't be a stranger in my place Please don't be a stranger in my place Please don't be a stranger in my place, yeah What if I could be what you wanted me to be What if I could see what you wanted me to see Come on and show me Please don't be a stranger in my place Please don't be a stranger in my place Please don't be a stranger in my place Please don't be a stranger in my place, yeah...