back to Forum Weary Traveler By Tim Bearden Walking through the streets of downtown Denver all alone I notice the sidewalks paved in brick and the streets in stone People approaching me asking for a minute of my time But my reply to that is the same old line I'm in a hurry or I have somewhere to be Then their sullen faces burn into my memory If I weren't in college I wouldn't care But nowadays I don't have a dime to spare Sitting at the bar and I'll I'm drinking is coke Every now and then I crack a joke But not a single person hears They all concentrate on their beers Drowning their sorrows and talking away But no one is listening to what they have to say It's OK because it seems they just like to talk As for me I need to go for a walk I take a taxi back the the station The driver and I are carrying a conversation People with wasted emotion give him stress All I can say is just digress Think about the things you love Life your wife, kids, or the Man above Because unlike your money they can't have your mind And to that he says thanks for being kind I'm waiting for a train that is going nowhere It always goes to the same  place, but never stays there People always come and go Where they are going to I don't know They tell stories about what they've seen and done Some people seem like they're always on the run But my opinion isn't what they want to hear So they sit in the car and have another beer If there were a word for loneliness it would be travel Lofe then always seems to unravel No matter who you're with you're always alone Because everyone just wants to get home Everyone talks, but no one seems to listen When they reach their stop their faces glisten And the next trip is waiting for anyone looking to escape life Just to get away from the worries and all of the days strife (c) 2001 The Breaking Room