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.