Paper Lions - Travelling lyrics

Travelling the road, last known is where I want to be My compa** directing, electing, an open road with golden trees But there's an old man in need on the ground, I try not to make a sound He holds out his hand as I walk away, I hear him say Please don't be a stranger in my place Travelling come to a tavern for a momentary rest I see the old man that I pa**ed on the road in his distress As I turned to go I can hear him say, "Son, stay. Have a drink, I'll pay." Let bygones be gone, it's all in the past, we raise a gla** Please don't be a stranger in my place What if I could be what you wanted me to be What if I could see what you wanted me to see Come on and show me Please don't be a stranger in my place