with my free hand i'll flag it down this oncoming day
i'll hitch a ride far from this town and be on my way
in this world of beginners singled out their faces unknown
these saints and these sinners agendas of their own
all travelling alone
from the dreams at hand there's no divorce in sickness and in health
it's a fever that must run its course before you are well
for worse or for better whichever way the wind may blow
we're in this together with hang ups of our own
we're travelling alone
for worse or for better we've set out on that road
it's one on one you and your soul and nobody else
just look around this train is full of folks who keep to themselves
these faces in windows heading out for places unknown
though lives intermingle our thoughts are left to roam
all travelling alone