Sometimes the road is too long You meet all kinds of people  

Some of them cast no shadow  They have no reflections  

Take a look in your photobook  I'm not there anymore  



I was a  traveling salesman  

I got lost on the backroads 

Fell in with a crowd of drifters. 



Sometimes the sun is too bright  And it burns you like acid  

You get to love driving at night  The moon is so close you can kiss it  

I used to remember you smiling and waving  

I don't think I can anymore 



I was a  traveling salesman  

I got lost on the backroads 

Fell in with a crowd of drifters.



We come, unnoticed, at sundown  At the start of a blackout 

We set bonfires all over town  And it's over by morning  

Sometimes we bring the rat and the wolf  And sometimes the worm



I was a  traveling salesman  

I got lost on the backroads 

Fell in with a crowd of drifters.