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