Saw you standing looking around Like a stranger to this town Worn out boots and a driverside town Said to myself, there's a traveling man
You hold that suitcase like a wife Tells me something about your life Fell in love with the sound of those wheels The all-night romances with automobiles
You could be saying the same about me No local girl, I'm fresh off the 93 We look like birds of a feather We roll in all kinds of weather We raced a storm or two right through the night I think we're birds of a feather Lord knows we go together We go without a warning And fly away in the morning light
Well I make my home on the open road Love to see the land unfold I don't mind all the broken line miles But I get tired of the painted-on smiles
Well I'm just too restless if I stop Like some bull in the china shop I end up pawing and pacing the floor Break every heart between me and the door
But I wouldn't trade it, St. Christopher knows You can't deny there's a price for the life we chose We live like birds of a feather We roll in all kinds of weather We raced a storm or two right through the night I think we're birds of a feather Lord knows we go together We go without a warning And fly away in the morning light
We live like birds of a feather We roll in all kinds of weather We raced a storm or two right through the night I think we're birds of a feather Lord knows we go to together Because we go without a warning And fly away in the morning lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
