Travelling
Almedal A. M., Sillitoe N.
In the grey misty morning
In the pale morning light
In the mirror I stare
Into those tired eyes
And the lonely lamp post outside
Shines it’s sombre, yellow light
In the dusky, rainy morning
I will be leaving
Some day, somewhere
I will go travelling
Some day, some day, some day
Feels like I’m made of clay
Shaped and modelled day by day
I could loose myself
In shapeless grey
Some day, somewhere
I will go travelling
Some day, some day, some day
