The Traveler's Blues

The traveler's blues, it's a melody so sweet,

A bittersweet symphony, that we cannot defeat.

For with each new adventure, comes a tinge of pain,

A longing for home, a heart full of refrain.

With each passing mile, the world unfolds,

A story of beauty, a story to be told.

But with each new horizon, a piece of us is left,

A longing for what's familiar, a heart full of theft.

The traveler's blues, it's a rhythm so true,

A bittersweet symphony, that we cannot undo.

For with each new destination, comes a hint of sorrow,

A longing for the past, a heart full of tomorrow.

From the mountains so high, to the valleys so low,

The world is our playground, our place to go.

But with each new adventure, a piece of us is lost,

A longing for what's familiar, a heart full of cost.

The traveler's blues, it's a dance so fine,

A bittersweet symphony, that we cannot decline.

For with each new experience, comes a hint of regret,

A longing for what's left behind, a heart full of fret.

But we keep on moving, with hearts full of hope,

For the traveler's blues, it's a melody we must cope.

For with each new journey, comes a piece of our soul,

A story to be told, a heart that is whole.

So let's keep on traveling, with hearts full of blues,

For the bittersweet symphony, it's the rhythm we choose.

For the world is our playground, a story to unfold,

And the traveler's blues, it's a melody worth being told.

The traveler's blues, it's a melody so sweet,

A bittersweet symphony, that we cannot defeat.

For with each new adventure, comes a tinge of pain,

A longing for home, a heart full of refrain.