Ragged bits of consciousness float about Trailing their trails, like comets late for work Sits alone in an empty bar, mangling a guitar Playing some chords to an imaginary crowd Sings songs about road trips He can't afford to take He travels all the time He travels all the time In his mind, in his mind Oftentimes wonders how must it feel To finally, for heaven's sake, have a lucky break Sitting alone in an empty room, missing her again Playing the chords of an unfinished song He sings songs about road trips He can't afford to take He sings songs about heartbreak That never seems to fade He travels all the time He travels all the time In his mind, in his mind He travels all the time He travels all the time Away from him, away from her Oftentimes wonders how must it feel To finally, for heaven's sake, have a lucky break