Lonesome Traveler

Took the highway near Sacramento, moving slow...so sleepy.
I was tired of knowing people I didn't know.
They told me I had to go.
And so I left my wife there, left my life there and I want free.
Now I'm a lonesome traveler, my life's unraveling to the sea.

Did some work in northern counties, chopping trees...their falling.
Watched the sap flowing from their wounds and I watch them bleed.
I left that long ago.
But still those trees keep falling, and men keep calling for cities full.
And while the streams are dying, cities are crying for room to grow.

Met a lady in San Francisco, going down...you know it.
Popping magic and leaving lovers all-round the town.
They're crying, oh cry no more.
Cause she's a one-time angel, a laughing stranger who'll take your hand.
Though she'll leave you lonely, she'll love you fully, you'll understand.

All my life long I've been traveling and moving on...toward freedom.
Drinking moonlight and laughing sunshine and getting stoned,
but sometimes my thumb gets cold.
So if you see me hitching, don't start bitching about charity.
Because a man without ties, a man without lies, you'll seldom see.