Besedila: Chris Rea. Curse of The Traveller.

On the restless road to nowhere
There's no certain peace, it seems
Desire to keep on moving
Till the river of dreams

Is it just because someone told you?
Is it just because you found
Old freedom feels uneasy when duty is around?

When allegiance asks the questions
Old freedom twists and turns
And chokes on codes of honor
On the sword of no return

And it's the curse of the traveller
The curse of the traveller
Got a hold of me
And it won't let you be

And in sleepless nights
You'll call her name
And feel loneliness
Cold to the bone

And when the daylight breaks
This old tired heart aches
To be such a long way
Such a long way from home

And you long for the harbor lights
But you'll never be free
Of the craving for refuge
And the call of the sea

Always wanting to sell up
But always needing to buy
So till the road leads to somewhere
And that river runs dry

It's the curse of the traveller
Ain't gonna let you be
The curse of the traveller
And it sure got a hold of me