Lloyd Cole
Текст песни Traveling Light

Cole

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 doubt
Dreams of Savannah mornings hung with Spanish
moss
Dreams of New Mexico and endless miles of dust
Dreaming of soaring high above this vacant lot
All dreams of flight - traveling light
Traveling Light
If not for scheming constellations in the night
Determined to align themselves against my designs
I would be traveling light
Sailor's harmonica and 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 on
Traveling Light
If not for bitter constellations in the night
Determined to align themselves against my designs
I should be traveling light
If not for twisted guidance councellors
In spite of sympathetic bartenders
intent to do me right
I should be
I should be traveling light
I 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