Watch my back and light my way
My traveling star, my traveling star
Watch over all of those born st. christophers day
Old road dog, young runaway
They hunger for home but they cannot stay
They wait by the door
They stand and they stare
Theyre already out of there
Theyre already out of there
Nevermind the wind
Nevermind the rain
Nevermind the road leading home again
Never asking why
Never knowing when
Every now and then
There he goes again
Tie me up and hold me down
Oh, my traveling star
Bury my feet down in the ground
Oh, old road dog
Claim my name from the lost and found
And let me believe this is where I belong
Shame on me for sure
For one more highway song
My traveling star
My traveling star
**************************************
I turn the little grey knob above me to the left and feel the rush of air. I like the cool air blowing against my face during take-off-- it makes me feel more a part of the experience, and less like throwing up. I am leaving Tennessee and I don't know when I'm coming back. It's a beautiful place and I will miss it dearly, but I have to admit that it doesn't look much like the home I know from way up here.
The sadness of leaving hasn't really worked itself up in me yet, probably because I will be in the States all day and have every intention of calling every friend or loved one or acquaintance who I want to tell goodbye, or who's number I can remember. Also, it's hard to feel sad when I'm heading off to live an absolute dream, to do something I could hardly have imagined I would ever have the chance to do. And going it alone I know will be lonely for a person like me, but even that is kept in perspective by the fact that the world is now so small, we are all so intricately and intimately connected through the the technology of modern life that I never really have to worry about feeling more than a phone call or a mouse-click away.
But I need to bear in mind that the first stop of my little adventure is a great big 6-hour layover in the cold and sludge of Detroit, where I will have ample time to work myself into hysterics over this crazy thing I'm doing. I still wish someone was in on all this with me-- I wish there was a way that my sister could have come along, or my perfect Partner-in-Crime who's usually ready and willing for any kind of madness we can get into, but now was not the time. All signs from the beginning have pointed towards my going this alone, stripping me of the comfort-level and confidence-level that comes from traveling together. And I don't like it, but I know it's true, though I don't know just how much fun it will be to do it all on my own. But I am looking forward to finding out!
My traveling star, my traveling star
Watch over all of those born st. christophers day
Old road dog, young runaway
They hunger for home but they cannot stay
They wait by the door
They stand and they stare
Theyre already out of there
Theyre already out of there
Nevermind the wind
Nevermind the rain
Nevermind the road leading home again
Never asking why
Never knowing when
Every now and then
There he goes again
Tie me up and hold me down
Oh, my traveling star
Bury my feet down in the ground
Oh, old road dog
Claim my name from the lost and found
And let me believe this is where I belong
Shame on me for sure
For one more highway song
My traveling star
My traveling star
**************************************
I turn the little grey knob above me to the left and feel the rush of air. I like the cool air blowing against my face during take-off-- it makes me feel more a part of the experience, and less like throwing up. I am leaving Tennessee and I don't know when I'm coming back. It's a beautiful place and I will miss it dearly, but I have to admit that it doesn't look much like the home I know from way up here.
The sadness of leaving hasn't really worked itself up in me yet, probably because I will be in the States all day and have every intention of calling every friend or loved one or acquaintance who I want to tell goodbye, or who's number I can remember. Also, it's hard to feel sad when I'm heading off to live an absolute dream, to do something I could hardly have imagined I would ever have the chance to do. And going it alone I know will be lonely for a person like me, but even that is kept in perspective by the fact that the world is now so small, we are all so intricately and intimately connected through the the technology of modern life that I never really have to worry about feeling more than a phone call or a mouse-click away.
But I need to bear in mind that the first stop of my little adventure is a great big 6-hour layover in the cold and sludge of Detroit, where I will have ample time to work myself into hysterics over this crazy thing I'm doing. I still wish someone was in on all this with me-- I wish there was a way that my sister could have come along, or my perfect Partner-in-Crime who's usually ready and willing for any kind of madness we can get into, but now was not the time. All signs from the beginning have pointed towards my going this alone, stripping me of the comfort-level and confidence-level that comes from traveling together. And I don't like it, but I know it's true, though I don't know just how much fun it will be to do it all on my own. But I am looking forward to finding out!
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