I am a blurred background spot, on that photo on your wall Im a little siginifance, to anyone here at all Im just a man with no roots, barrowed songs and busted boots Always broke but on the move, hey hey I am a tourist in your sunny day, like the babysitter When I see your dog smile, I cry inside a little But its just so much to touch, but never enough to hold When we live our lives, through postcards and telephones Just like the wind blowing through, or that train going choochoo We were born with walking shoes, so I guess Ill be seeing you We were born with walking shoes God bless my soul as I take his name in vain We are cursed to be travelers, in search of fame So when we hit the hollywood hills were gonna scream our names Hoping one day it will echo We are the tourists in your sunny day, both sweet and bitter And lifes just a work in progress, it makes us sigh a little Cause its just so much to touch, but never enough to hold When we live our lives, through postcards and telephones Just like the wind blowing through, or that train going choochoo We were born with walking shoes, so I guess Ill be seeing you So much to touch, but never enough to hold When you live your life, through post cards and telephones Just like the wind blowing through, or that train going choochoo We were born with walking shoes So much to touch, but never enough to hold You can live your life like mr. dylans rolling stone You know the answers in the wind, and behind that choochoo We were born with walking shoes, so I guess well be seeing you We were born with walking shoes, america will be seeing you Only ever passing through, so I guess well be seeing you We were born with walking shoes
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