Hey little traveler the road is long

and who knows where the end is

Far far away from home you are

alone 10.000 days

You packed your dreams

upon a bike

to cycle the circle of life

From nowhere to somewhere

you try to find yourself

through storm and rain

I’m on my way

and the road is my home,

everyday

I see the storm

I don’t know what comes next,

but I’ll stay strong

 

Head towards the sun

through happiness and loneliness

I’ll go where time leads me.

Experiences feed me

Looking back

will just mislead me

 

Truth is my road

has many crossroads.

No signs, big holes Truth is it’s always hard to keep my orientation So traveling’s the hardest thing to do, with the hurdles and the troubles life gives you The mountain’s high the sun is low. After the storm a rainbow I’ll keep on cycling till it’s dark, I’ll keep on waiting for a spark The mountain’s high the sun is low. After the storm a rainbow I’ll keep on cycling till it’s dark, I’ll keep on waiting for a spark I’m on my way. But I’m afraid Then I feel safe. I’ll always be a traveler... Life’s a journey and the road will always be my home