[00:09.831]We don't all die young to save our spark
[00:16.841]From the ravages of time
[00:22.591]But the first and last to leave their mark
[00:28.621]Someday become the traveling kind
[00:35.290]In the wind are names of poets past
[00:42.540]Some were friends of yours and mine
[00:48.280]And to those unsung we lift our glass
[00:54.190]May their songs become the traveling kind
[01:25.58]We were born to brave this tilted world
[01:32.268]With our hearts laid on the line
[01:38.98]Be it way-crossed boy or red dirt girl
[01:44.198]The song becomes the traveling kind
[01:50.967]There are mountains worth their weight in gold
[01:58.597]Mere mortals dare not climb
[02:03.907]Come ye tipsy sainted sinners both
[02:10.127]And claim them for the traveling kind
[02:43.990]When the music slowly starts to fade
[02:50.950]Into the light's last soft decline
[02:57.139]Let us lie down in that evening shade
[03:03.269]And rest among the traveling kind
[03:13.79]And the song goes on for the traveling kind