traveling light

Traveling Light

There are places I don't remember

There are times and days,

they mean nothing to me

I've been looking through some of them old pictures

They don't serve to jog my memory

I'm not waking in the morning, staring at the walls these days

I'm not getting out the boxes, spread all over the floor

I've been looking through some of them old pictures

Those faces they mean nothing to me no more

I travel light

You travel light

Everything I've done

You say you can justify, mmm you travel light

I can't pick them out,

I can't put them in these sad old bags

Some things you have to lose along the way

Times are hard, I'll only pick them out, wish I was going back

Times are good, you'll be glad you ran away
(...)

(Tindersticks)

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(Photograph of a Migrant Worker on a California Highway During the Great Depression)