On Travelling Songtext
von Richard Buckner

Up above you darling (past the line, between the land), I′ll call you from Vancouver
just staring @ your picture till it's all that I can stand. This dream′s a lil narrow, so
I'm sticking to my guns while the wake-up calls keep coming (though sometimes, dearie,
lord the thought of another one).

Are you shaking? Are you sleeping? Yet, another weepy lil rager drowned down to the ring.
It's hard a moon to swallow. You′re drunk or you′re dead under this swollen,
swampy sky; when the thought of one more broken night is more than some'll ever shed.