Sheer Mag - Travelin' On Lyrics

Oh baby, gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin' the clock
Any place but not the right time yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike a match
And let it burn

When all the smoke was clearing out
Oh yeah, I was on my own
I ain't coming home to you
I was born to roam the streets
Yeah
They say a man lives in chains but he is born free
He's born free
I was in the thick of it, boy, I was in the pines
I followed a crippled creek back to the source and I went inside
And now I'm inside

Oh baby, I gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin' the clock
Any place but not the right time yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike a match
And let it burn

The days been growing stranger
I been holding up fists of rage and I need a change
But you been getting lazy this time
I got you dead to rights and I'm ready to fight

I was in the thick of it, boy, I was in the pines
I followed a crippled creek back to the source and I went inside
And now I'm inside

Oh baby, gotta get out the map
I'm somewhere down I can't find
I been watchin' the clock
Any place but not the right time yeah
And under the sun
Lace up my boots and go on
Gotta strike a match
And let it burn

The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on
The nights are travelling on