“This version of the song “Travellers” was performed in Ludwigsburg, Germany at The Scala Theatre as an encore at the end of the night. It features the sparse strings of a single harp and acoustic guitar. The deep quiet in the theatre permeates the mournful longing of the song—the audience holding completely still as they become witness to this song that reads like a love letter. The lyrics are written to the Muse, the One who these weaving voices would follow anywhere. While at times it feels like a song to another person, the Muse is the vast, illusive and changeable spirit of art that leads us through circles and spirals, but always deeper.”
Travellers Lyrics
I would follow you anywhere
I would walk the streets until dawn
If you asked me, I would swim the sea
Oh where you are is home to me
Rivers run and tides, they come and go
With the moon
And you and I are just two more specks of light circling in the sky
We are travellers, we’re travelling home
With oh so many places to roam
Keep looking for a place to rest my tired bones
But you keep leading me back to the road
But you keep leading me back to the road
I can feel my way through darkness
I can see through the lies
But in you I found a mystery
And I have a feeling you’ll keep me searching all my life
So I’ll sing my stories, keep heading to something that feels true
When my mouth is dry and my fingers numb,
Oh I will just keep singing with you
We are travellers, we’re travelling home
With oh so many places to roam
Keep looking for a place to rest my tired bones
But you keep leading me back to the road
But you keep leading me back to the road
You keep leading me home”
