Every man and woman who walks through that door Carries their entire history Name a year I'll tell you where I've been I don't have a bad but a preferential memory The pieces that I held on to be But that's a really nice thing I'm the blind traveler finding my way home by feeling the trees I'm the blind traveler finding my way home by feeling the trees The destination, it was always inside of me But it's funny to see where I was looking I'll take credit for my own satisfaction But I still feel like thanking somebody The pieces that I held on to be But that's a really nice thing I'm the blind traveler finding my way home by feeling the trees I'm the blind traveler finding my way home by feeling the trees I shake new hands, to uncover a new mystery The truth about me, is I'm always listening Traveler, traveler, traveler Traveler, traveler, traveler, traveler