O, weary traveler, come see me,
For what you need to travel on.
I'm glad to help you on your way,
I, too, a simple vagabond.
Directions there, a cup of joe,
Maybe just a bite to eat,
An ear to listen, a helping hand,
To get you back upon your feet.
Do you need to bum a smoke?
As it happens, I've got two.
We can both go out and have a puff
before you set yourself en route.
Perhaps, one day, I too shall roam
along that winding road.
Who knows? We may yet meet again,
it may be you lightens my load.
O, weary traveler, come see me,
to rest your tired soul.
If I can, I'll help you out,
to pay for this road's toll.
I can't myself, that's why I'm here,
or else I'd travel on.
An extra buck, and say the word
you know that I'd be gone.
But, if you're stuck, stay here with me,
I could always use a friend,
and maybe soon, we'll travel on,
and follow this road down to the end.
