As I watch that desert sun set over the western mountains, I lay my head down to rest. And if I see that eastern sun burning over the horizon then I’ll have known that I survived the night. Because every time I lay down to rest I stare at the stars like it’s the last time I’ll see them cause I don’t know if I’ll make it out each night, because I’ll I’m out here on my own. I’m out here all alone and 8 years I have sung this lonesome traveling song and every year that passes I change these lyrics once more. 

My father said to me “Son don’t own anything more than you can carry while keeping your arms free” and I heard my grandfather say “I don’t want to die with anything more than can fit in my [bad word]  and So I’ve taken these words to heart and I [bad word] out on my own. Six strings on this guitar and backpack is my home. So when I die there won’t be anything left of me, than a worn out path a dirty bag and a few recordings. So as I lay my sleeping bag out under the trees tonight I’ll stare up at that darkened sky and hope to see the morning light. Because I’m out here on my own. I’m out here all alone and 8 years I have sung this lonesome traveling song and every year that passes I change these lyrics once more