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A collaboration with friend Jono Newton, written while I was traveling in Spain more than 3 years ago now. We´ve had the acoustic part and voice recorded since december ´04 and I´ve been wanting to add something to it, so I played around with the garageband strings and found something that I think fits pretty well.
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Lyrics
A man sits on a red-tiled rooftop
and watches the landscape and thinks to himself
"I hear the streets speaking and the hills reply
but I still don´t know myself"
"I´ve traveled so far in many directions
and now I feel as though I´m miles from home
Each day there are new faces and I hear many names
But I can still feel so alone"
Chorus
The breeze that touches his hair
Blows through the doorways and the love affairs
While he stays he´ll take what he can
But soon he´ll be gone, a traveling man
From his view on the rooftop the valley below him
Stretches out straight to the sea
Evening leans on a small spanish town
The sunlight slowly recedes
Darkness decending
The end of a day
and the feeling of restless rising inside
what did he think he would find
Chorus
The breeze that touches his hair
Blows past the barstools and abandoned cares
While the city sleeps he´ll take what he can
but soon he´ll be gone,
a traveling man
The man pauses and looks down below
where the city lights shine so long
he descends to the valley
and boards the night train
and moves on
Chorus
The breeze that touches his hair
Blows past the churches and the foreign prayers
Gospel music rings through the air and he´s gone
Traveling man
and watches the landscape and thinks to himself
"I hear the streets speaking and the hills reply
but I still don´t know myself"
"I´ve traveled so far in many directions
and now I feel as though I´m miles from home
Each day there are new faces and I hear many names
But I can still feel so alone"
Chorus
The breeze that touches his hair
Blows through the doorways and the love affairs
While he stays he´ll take what he can
But soon he´ll be gone, a traveling man
From his view on the rooftop the valley below him
Stretches out straight to the sea
Evening leans on a small spanish town
The sunlight slowly recedes
Darkness decending
The end of a day
and the feeling of restless rising inside
what did he think he would find
Chorus
The breeze that touches his hair
Blows past the barstools and abandoned cares
While the city sleeps he´ll take what he can
but soon he´ll be gone,
a traveling man
The man pauses and looks down below
where the city lights shine so long
he descends to the valley
and boards the night train
and moves on
Chorus
The breeze that touches his hair
Blows past the churches and the foreign prayers
Gospel music rings through the air and he´s gone
Traveling man
stevel
I really like this...great guitar work, great vocal harmonies, nice subtle
orchestration. A lovely song. Very enjoyable indeed
Steve