Every man and woman who walks through that door
Carries their entire history
Name a year I'll tell you where I've been
I don't have a bad but a preferential memory
The pieces that I held on to be
But that's a really nice thing
I'm the blind traveler finding my way home by feeling the trees
I'm the blind traveler finding my way home by feeling the trees
The destination, it was always inside of me
But it's funny to see where I was looking
I'll take credit for my own satisfaction
But I still feel like thanking somebody
The pieces that I held on to be
But that's a really nice thing
I'm the blind traveler finding my way home by feeling the trees
I'm the blind traveler finding my way home by feeling the trees
I shake new hands, to uncover a new mystery
The truth about me, is I'm always listening
Traveler, traveler, traveler
Traveler, traveler, traveler, traveler
