Some Traveling Music
How can you say something
New about being alone
Tell somebody you're a loner?
Right away they think you're lonely
It's not the same thing, you know
It's not wanting to put all
Your marbles in one pocket
And that's caring enough not to care too much
Mostly, I guess it's letting yourself
Come first for a while
One day, I'm gonna find me an island
A think place
Go there with a mess of records and a ukalele
Just sit strumming
I might even do some thinking
About the women and the towns
That I left behind