Lloyd Cole - Traveling Light lyrics

Cole She's got the porter by the baggage carousel She's got the means to make him hurt a little She's going places he no longer dreams about Beautiful dreams, no doubt Dreams of Savannah mornings hung with Spanish moss Dreams of New Mexico and endless miles of dust Dreaming of soaring high above this vacant lot All dreams of flight - traveling light Traveling Light If not for scheming constellations in the night Determined to align themselves against my designs I would be traveling light Sailor's harmonica and gypsy guitar Like I'm the last of the true believers Kicking the dirt that might unearth that lonesome song You know the one that I was counting on Traveling Light If not for bitter constellations in the night Determined to align themselves against my designs I should be traveling light If not for twisted guidance councellors In spite of sympathetic bartenders intent to do me right I should be I should be traveling light I am the porter by the baggage carousel I am the leader of this small ensemble And we will pack this little station wagon tight Then take flight Amongst the headlights