From time to time, I feel like just ripping the mirror off the wall as if that would somehow make the person I'm staring at go away forever. Alas, I'm usually still there and that's what's wrong with the world, I'm in it.
Well I can't tell you where I'm going, I'm not sure of where I've been.
But I know I must keep travelin' till my road comes to an end.
I'm out here on my journey, trying to make the most of it.
I'm a puzzle, I must figure out where all my pieces fit.
Like a poor wayfaring stranger that they speak about in song .
I'm just a weary pilgrim trying to find what feels like home.
Where that is no one can tell me, am I doomed to ever roam .
I'm just travelin', travelin', travelin', I'm just travelin' on.