| Here I am walking, far from familiar streets
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| Looking for someone who might resemble me
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| Whispering something, sounds like a traveler’s prayer
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| Saying luck play your hand, I am a stranger here
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| Time be a friend, show me which way to steer
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| Love show your face, with the grace of a traveler’s prayer
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| Maybe it’s tucked in a journal you’ve carried for years
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| Engraved on a compass or long disappeared
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| The one in my head’s always ready when I need a spare
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| Reciting the words as I’m yearning for home
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| When daylight has left me by the side of the road
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| Nobody’s hurting and nobody’s cold anywhere
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| In a traveler’s prayer
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| I’m scanning the skies for signs that we’re not alone
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| Signals and messages bound for the twilight zone
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| Maybe they’re wondering who keeps on waiting down there
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| We’re just the pale blue dot, a speck in an ink-black sky
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| Do we see with our hearts instead of our jaded eyes
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| Imagine the world on a string and sing a traveler’s prayer
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| What if I heard my name called by a voice that I know
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| From a memory summoned from so long ago?
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| I keep feeling the lately departed are everywhere
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| Now the days race like swifts in the violet hour
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| Veering and steering higher and and farther
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| Oh, to be finally delivered on a warm gust of air
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| It’s a traveler’s prayer
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| Reciting the words as we’re yearning for home
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| When darkness has found us at the end of the road
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| Nobody’s hurting and nobody’s cold anywhere
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| In a traveler’s prayer |