Traveling Alone

with my free hand i'll flag it down this oncoming day

i'll hitch a ride far from this town and be on my way

in this world of beginners singled out their faces unknown

these saints and these sinners agendas of their own

all travelling alone

from the dreams at hand there's no divorce in sickness and in health

it's a fever that must run its course before you are well

for worse or for better whichever way the wind may blow

we're in this together with hang ups of our own

we're travelling alone

for worse or for better we've set out on that road

it's one on one you and your soul and nobody else

just look around this train is full of folks who keep to themselves

these faces in windows heading out for places unknown

though lives intermingle our thoughts are left to roam

all travelling alone