About Travelling

歌詞

All the sticks and the stones I brought back home My worn out shoes my dirty clothes ain't real The shiny face on the former page Easy to look at easily breaks when you page down Nothing has changed, nothing has changed I'm just a bit more down to earth My travels are copies of black and white I hang them up and I draw a line From here to where I've been The map is spoiled by the lines I draw They move up and down and all over And my eyes are stuck in a black plot Nothing has changed, nothing has changed I'm just a bit more down to earth