Traveling Son Lyrics - The Fool - Ryn Weaver

Oh, father time 

That meet a maid who lends one lively winking eye 

We dance a borrowed chick while hiding from the fine 

Oh, what I wouldn't spend to lend you mine, hmm 

Nobody knows where they are going 

Oh, how we try to wrap our minds 

Over the edge of all our knowings 

Be it a bang or the divine 

Tip of my iceberg blues are showing 

I've never been one for goodbyes 

So, 'till I meet you there, I'm singing 

A traveling song to ease the ride 

And so you know, everywhere I roam 

I'll see you on the road, ooh 

Oh, I take it in vain 

All the plans and moves that we made 

Half a heart is aching to grow 

So many times, just lovers you know, I know, I know 

Your eyes are the rain, just a soul that's changin' in shape 

I'll be laughin' all of the way 

Thinkin' 'bout the days, oh 

Nobody knows where they are going 

Oh, how we try to wrap our minds 

Over the edge of all our knowings 

Be it a bang or the divine 

Tip of my iceberg blues are showing 

I've never been one for goodbyes 

So, 'till I meet you there, I'm singing 

A traveling song to ease the ride 

And so you know, everywhere I roam 

I'll see you on the road