| So long my friend, my foe, my love, my pain | |
| The road's calling out my name | |
| Dreaming of La Boheme | |
| Maybe I'll go to Barbizon | |
| Or see a girl before she catches cold and she's gone | |
| Or maybe I'll just travel on | |
| Travel on | |
| So long my flame, my warmth, my fear, my fight | |
| The road's calling again tonight | |
| Dreaming under street lights | |
| Maybe I'll catch a train to Rome | |
| See the world until I can't go on | |
| Then maybe I'll come traveling home | |
| 'Cause when the road takes it's toll | |
| And these cities come and go | |
| Filled with people I don't know | |
| You'll be in my heart | |
| And I'll dream of where you are tonight. | |
| And when the years pass us by | |
| I wonder if we'll cry | |
| For losing so much time | |
| For moments we may miss | |
| For the love that still exists tonight | |
| Maybe I'll go it all alone | |
| See the world and make my way back home | |
| Or maybe I'll keep traveling on |