When I was young I liked to wander
and try on every costume I could find.
But then my third-grade teacher scolded me,
sit down and work or you'll be left behind.
But my daddy said,
You're the son of the traveler.
You're the wandering twin.
You won't know where you're going,
until you begin.
When I was grown I could see farther,
down all the roads that I could choose.
But instead of freedom it set me thinking of
all the ways that I could lose.
But my daddy said,
You're the son of the traveler.
You're the wandering twin.
You won't know where you're going,
until you begin.
I wanna feel the earth under my feet
and smell the smoky autumn breeze
I wanna climb the stony mountain way
and when you see me coming you will say
You're the son of the traveler.
You're the wandering twin.
You won't know where you're going,
until you begin.
So now you're turning in your house keys
before you go you wanna know which road to take.
Well, it pays to pick a path that fits your feet,
consult a map and not fret about mistakes
And if you get stuck
blazing trails inside your head
just remember, son
what my daddy said
'cause I say it too
You're the son of the traveler.
You're the wandering twin.
You won't know where you're going,
until you begin.
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