Though its true I'm living with

A travelling heart,

And it was yours you knew from the very start

And I have come to know your eyes

When they're hiding

Lost in the time that slowly cries,

Come on riding

And 8 to 5 living, it ain't a lot less than alive

Knowing there's a dream calling out of

Your window

And don't we really know when time

is moving slow

And we all go on to nowhere



And every hour to work you say , just wishing

Where have I gone today . well I've

Gone fishing

With the sun in my eyes ond burning up

The skies and the river just watches me run.



Well its true I'm living with a

travelling heart,

But it was yours you knew from the very start

And I have come to know your eyes

When they're hiding

Lost in the time that slowly cries,

"Come on riding" yeah yeah



And all the stories you can read in the city

Look real hard between the lines, do you

See me?

Well the heart in my hand is slowing me

Down again

And the river just a watches me run.

Well the heart in my hands seems to slow

Me down again

And the river just watches me run. Aha.