Is it worth the fleeting feeling of freedom,
To travel the road you're stumbling down?
For a while I'll follow in your footsteps,
Until my feet fumble and I fall behind.
Will you stop to hear my sorrow?
Will you rest with me until tomorrow,
Or just walk on and leave me behind?
Looking for whatever you can find,
No consideration for love or wasting your time.
Im just another traveler without a home.
Maybe I'll see you again some day down this winding road.
