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letra de the traveler - b. dolan

i can’t claim any ties you would recognize
i come poorly recommended and unweatherized
unprotected like a child that’s been left behind
came so many miles, the conductor just let him ride
it’s easier than tryna find my point of origin
standing in the warm summer rain on your doorstep
stranded in the wrong place; naked and exhausted
you took me in and made me your guest
i try to write the symbols of my name but it’s pointless
my language is strange, i point and make noises
struggle to relate and placate the voices
stare up into sp-ce like i’m waiting on my orders
i’m not connected to your network
your password’s protected; i get it. no one gets hurt
slow walking through the middle of a traffic jam
road hogs to the slaughter getting packed in cans
soul coughing on the smoke from that caravan
seems a lot of waste just to go and come back again
how much effort does it take, just to go and come back again?

i’m the traveler (the-the-the traveler / the-the-the traveler)
the one way passenger
i’m the traveler (the-the-the traveler
tryna find a path and make my way up out the labyrinth
i’m the traveler (the-the-the traveler / the-the-the traveler)
the brand ambassador
i’m the traveler (the-the-the traveler / the-the-the traveler)
tryna pick a date to make my way up out the maze
i can’t explain why i’m alive at this place and time
i kinda woke up in the station as the train arrived
it ain’t a final destination but i’ll stay awhile
til they kick me out, with a warning not to hang around
say no more, i’m on my way to the door
finding it hard to shake the feeling that i been here before
i get lost just like a satellite, drifting out of orbit
i tour but i’m not a tourist
it costs more for the insurance if you fall for that lecture
but i always sort of saw it like ‘that’s where they get ya.’
we don’t need no supervision or additional extra
please. gimme the keys. where’s your sense of adventure?
beep beep i been selected for a screening
they juggle puzzle pieces but none of them know the meaning
below a ceiling made of glass, i was in a trap
agents digging in my past to pin me to the map
luckily i have a knack for slipping through the cracks
struggle and adapt to the maze, had to double back
and leave em standing in their place where it’s safe
clinging to the past

- b dolan

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