笨小笨Traveler歌词由Nicky Schrire演唱，出自专辑《Traveler》，下面是《Traveler》完整版歌词！
Traveler歌词完整版
For those times when you are traveling Writing postcards on the go
I keep company with yearning Pretend that I don’t miss you so It’s a quiet existence
While you drink booze for free And I keep hoping you’ll return And write some songs
With me
Your calendar is ink-filled
A different town each day
You’ve barely taken off your boots And then you’ve gone away
I bite my tongue so sorely
To silence any plea
That you’ll take time off from the gig And write some songs
With me
The road’s a pleasing mistress
Her highs, her lows, your drug
She knows I stand here in her dust I’m bitter and she’s smug
She doesn’t care to reason
She’s got you by decree
I yell in vain to empty rooms
For her to set you free
And though you try to charm me With your fleeting phone calls home The crackling line just echoes
All the rotten seeds you’ve sewn Your words, a blur of static
They’re falling on deaf ears
And all you get is silence
As I fight back my tears
Your face succumbed to wrinkles Your dark hair turned to grey
The road, she kicked you to the curb And you came home to stay
My youthful patience worn out I moved down by the sea
And now you sit in empty rooms Writing songs
For me
