Letra de Travelling Light
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 doubtDreams of Savannah mornings hung with Spanish moss Dreams of New Mexico, endless miles of dust Dreaming of soaring high above this vacant lot All dreams of flight, traveling lightTraveling light, traveling light, traveling light If not for scheming constellations in the night Determined to align themselves against my design I would be traveling lightSailor's harmonica, 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 onTraveling light, traveling light, traveling light If not for bitter constellations in the night Determined to align themselves against my design I should be traveling lightIf not for twisted guidance counselors in spite Of sympathetic bartenders intent to do me right I would be, I would be traveling lightI 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