(Paul Cotton)
Though its true I'm living with
A travelling heart,
And it was yours you knew from the very start
And I have come to know your eyes
When they're hiding
Lost in the time that slowly cries,
Come on riding
And 8 to 5 living, it ain't a lot less than alive
Knowing there's a dream calling out of
Your window
And don't we really know when time
is moving slow
And we all go on to nowhere
And every hour to work you say , just wishing
Where have I gone today . well I've
Gone fishing
With the sun in my eyes ond burning up
The skies and the river just watches me run.
Well its true I'm living with a
travelling heart,
But it was yours you knew from the very start
And I have come to know your eyes
When they're hiding
Lost in the time that slowly cries,
";Come on riding"; yeah yeah
And all the stories you can read in the city