Always Travelling - L'Aupaire

her head is leaning

on the cold window

with her eyes half way closed

what ever she knows

she’s not tellin'

only god knows

where she’s headin'

a thousand miles ahead

a thousand miles behind

the early morning bus keeps

her out of my site

whenever she smiles

everyone gets lost

but the greyhound is empty now

I don’t know why

guess there is no why

she’s knocking on my door

have seen her

strong and beautiful

and always on the run

yesterday she was lying

in my arms

and hundred little tears

were taking her apart

yesterday she was lying

in my arms

and hundred little tears

were taking her apart

yesterday she was lying

in my arms

and hundred little tears

were taking her apart

always always always

always travelling

always always always

always travelling

always always always

always travelling

always always always

always travelling