Traveler

Chorus:
These four walls I don't call "home,"
'Cause I'm a traveler here.

These four walls I don't call "home,"
'Cause I'm a traveler here.

People might invite me in
'til they know who I am.
I'll invite them to travel with me,
But they wanna stay where they live.

(Chorus)

Can't get settled living out of a bag---
It makes me long for my Home.
Some I meet say they're travelers, too,
But they never get up and go.

(Chorus)

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I was driving to church when I saw these two people about my age--- dirty and dark from the sun--- and the man held a sign that said something at the top (I couldn't read it fast enough), and at the bottom it said, "Traveling."

I ended up pulling over and talking to them for awhile.  They gave me the names Alyssa and Popeye, and they also gave me inspiration for this song.  At church I sat down and put this song together with only the first verse.  I added the second verse at home when I finally found some clean underwear in a bag we'd packed when moving into our house... we're still living out of bags!  So... there ya' go!  Traveler.