Trucking Along

And I've heard of a place, in unreachable places,
That just might come if, I might go.

And Im not from around here,
I haven't really ever been,
And I can't shake this feeling, Im alone,
Im alone, alone.

Trucking along, Im trucking along, Im trucking along my friends,
Bags are packed and I am on my way to find where I belong today.

Maybe I belong, somewhere in the reaches,
Somewhere where I am free to let it sing.
Maybe in the city, one of ancient kind,
I close my eyes and listen to the footsteps,
Listen to the footsteps.