The snow is melting as the sun comes up
Over a smoky bay
I stare out my window with my coffee cup
3,000 miles away
I'm a long, long way from home, but this the life I choose
Town to town, new people every day
This is simply the traveler's blues
I'll find way and embrace the day
What is there left to lose?
Yeah I'm a rolling stone, I'd rather be alone
Than settle any day
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