Автор: Blake Bell, Tom McMillan, Bob Matteson, Buddy Bolter
Композитор: Blake Bell, Tom McMillan, Bob Matteson, Buddy Bolter
Текст
I am a weary traveler
My days are catching me
A searcher without proper cause
Circumventing reality
I followed down your narrow course
With each step you changed the rules
I said, You know I guess it could be worse
As I stood there with all the fools
You knew all along
But you never let me see
Coming up behind me
One more like me
I recall a time not so long ago
We met in the freezing rain
And like the snow that fell that night
You were gone with the very next day
And now this road is like my life
Come in and you leave alone
And all the while you never understand
How your life turns out so cold
You knew all along
But you never let me see
Coming up behind me
One more like me
Yeah, you knew all along
But never let me see
Coming up behind me
One more like me
I know some day I will return
With the prize I'm searching for
You guaranteed my discovery
When you started out the door
And often times I've wondered
But I never thought to ask
Why you were so jubilant
With my taking of your task
Coming up behind me
One more like me
Blake Bell, Bob Matteson, Buddy Bolter, Tom McMillan