Ev’ry morn when I wake up
I pull a sip from my coffee cup.
I step outside and look around
to find some breakfast in this town.
Then I head out.
I don’t know where.
It’s a road that leads
away from there.
The miles go by.
Not much around…
I’ll sleep tonight
in another town.
I’m a trav’ling man.
Living the Aging Life 