The Traveling Kind Lyrics - The Traveling Kind - Emmylou Harris & Rodney Crowell

We don't all die young to save our spark 

From the ravages of time 

But the first and last to leave their mark 

Someday become the traveling kind 

In the wind are names of poets past 

Some were friends of yours and mine 

And to those unsung, we lift our glass 

May their songs become the traveling kind 

We were born to brave this tilted world 

With our hearts laid on the line 

Be it way-crossed boy or red dirt girl 

The song becomes the traveling kind 

There are mountains worth their weight in gold 

Mere mortals dare not climb 

Come ye gypsy, sainted, sinners both 

And claim them for the traveling kind 

When the music slowly starts to fade 

Into the light's last soft decline 

Let us lie down in that evening shade 

And rest among the traveling kind 

And the song goes on for the traveling kind