Traveling stranger

Suitcase humming down a midnight street,
Neon signs and tired feet.
I don’t know your name just yet,
But every road’s a promise I haven’t met.
Maps are messy, plans fall through,
But I like the view when I’m lost with you.


Every train pulls me somewhere new,
Every wrong turn feels like truth.


I’m a traveling stranger with a heart on fire,
Chasing sunsets, climbing higher.
Every hello feels like a spark,
Lighting up the edges of the dark.
I don’t stay long, but I stay true,
I’m a traveling stranger passing through.


Coffee shops and borrowed time,
Postcards written in crooked lines.
Laughing loud with people I’ll miss,
Strangers turning into this.
I collect moments, not regrets,
Every mile’s the best one yet.


If tomorrow calls me on the run,
I’ll leave smiling, not undone.


I’m a traveling stranger with a heart on fire,
Chasing sunsets, climbing higher.
Every hello feels like a spark,
Lighting up the edges of the dark.
I don’t stay long, but I stay true,
I’m a traveling stranger passing through.


One day I’ll slow down, maybe stay,
But not tonight, not this way.
There’s a rhythm in the unknown road,
A freedom in the light I hold.


I’m a traveling stranger, hands in the sky,
Waving at dreams as they pass me by.
If our paths cross, I hope you know,
You changed my world more than you know.
I don’t stay long, but I stay true,
I’m a traveling stranger passing through.


So here’s to the roads I haven’t seen,
And the in-betweens that make me me.
If we meet again, I’ll smile and say—
I was always on my way.

Hopeful, male vocals