Traveling Tune Lyrics - Singles - The Lower 48

I left Chicago with the summer time 

as the yawning nights drew to a close 

Couldnt get the smell of grass and cheap red wine 

out of my mind 

Headlights on for it was growing dim 

like signal fires to the moon 

Young and free and on my own again 

Whistling a traveling tune 

Whistling a traveling tune 

The map sprawls out like a prophecy 

The road paves over an old wound 

Though my soul is like a flock of geese 

headed home to soon 

Whistling a traveling tune