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Alice works the desk at the East Bay Hotel |
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In Grand Marais, Minnisota |
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I came in one night, She said "I loved your show" |
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We sat and talked on the sofa |
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She's on her own since her husband passed away |
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Some surgeon screwed up, there's nothing left to say |
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Now she works this desk at night and the campground by day |
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in a trailer by the lake until the summer blows away |
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She read about the job in a camping magazine |
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and home was just a reminder |
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So she took the cat and dog, stored away her things, |
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left the bleakness behind her |
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Even now through the ache of missing him |
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she's filled with wonder and far from giving in |
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She sees magic on the lake in the early morning light |
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And talking books and telling tales we sat there half the night |
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Chorus: |
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And she said "The more I travel the more I wanna see |
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My kids want some settled life for me |
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I don't wanna move somewhere and grow old quietly |
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And the more I travel, the more I wanna see" |
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Well it's time to make a change, with winter in the wings |
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and the East Bay Hotel made an offer |
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But she doesn't really know, 'cause there's everywhere to go |
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and there's everything that traveling has taught her |
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Moving marches down busy city streets |
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fantastic people she's privileged to meet |
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And she dreams about Alaska, the snow so deep and white |
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And that little town in Texas where there's dancing every night |
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Chorus: |
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And she says "The more I travel the more I wanna see |
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My kids want some settled life for me |
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I don't wanna move somewhere and grow old quietly |
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And the more I travel, the more I wanna see" |
