text: Its the same sad story, love and glory goin round and round
  Its the same old cliché, a wanderer on his way, slippin from town to town
  Some find peace here on the sweet streets, the sweet streets of home
  Where kindness falls and your heart calls for a permanent place of your own
  Im a wayfarer, baby, I drift from town to town
  When everyones asleep and the midnight bells sound
  My wheels are hissin up the highway, spinning round and round
  You start out slow in a sweet little bungalow, something two can call home
  Then rain comes fallin, the blues come calling, and youre left with a heart of stone
  Some folks are inspired sitting by the fire, slippers tucked under the bed
  But when I go to sleep I cant count sheep for the white lines in my head
  Im a wayfarer, baby, I roam from town to town
  When everyones asleep and the midnight bells sound
  My wheels are hissin up the highway, spinning round and round
  Where are you now, where are you now?
  Where are you now?
  Im a wayfarer, baby, I roam from town to town
  When everyones asleep and the midnight bells sound
  My wheels are hissin up the highway, spinning round and round
  Im a wayfarer, baby
  Im a wayfarer, baby
  Im a wayfarer, baby 
  Im a wayfarer, baby 
  Im a wayfarer, baby 
  Im a wayfarer, baby 
  Im a wayfarer, baby 
  Im a wayfarer, baby