I've been opening up my memories
I never knew you
I just walked along your roadways
With no one to talk to
But in the evenings and afternoons
In whatever bar I walked into
I would strike a conversation with someone at the bar
I'd always ask "where did you come from?"
A reply and then ask me the same
Exchanging stories from the road
And having other drinks
Oh, my weary soul
I guess I'd better go
Gotta be more careful with my money, I need to eat
Think I was restless with you met me
But I have calmed since and I've met a girl
All my friends will be making money
And seeing the world
But I'll just sit here and play this guitar
I know it well and I know who we are
And my darling will be home soon enough