Paper Lions Travelling
Travelling the road last known
Is where I wanna be
My compass' directing, electing
An open road with golden trees
But there is an old man
In knee on the ground
I try to not make a sound
He out of his hands as I walk away
I heard him say:
Please don't be a stranger in my place
Please don't be a stranger in my place
Travelling I come to a tabern
For a moment of
I see the old man that I passed on the road in his
distress
Actually come and can heard him say
Some stay to have a drink or paid
be gone
It's all in the past
We raise the glass
Please don't be a stranger in my place
Please don't be a stranger in my place
Please don't be a stranger in my place
Please don't be a stranger in my place
What if I can
Come on and show me..
Please don't be a stranger in my place
Please don't be a stranger in my place
Please don't be a stranger in my place
Please don't be a stranger in my place
