THE TRAVELING STORM
Robert Earl Keen
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In a year that is not now, from a place unknown
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I travel on the mountain roads, looking for someone
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Sewn inside my vest, a letter, tells me where and when
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In my purse a sacred dagger, on my horse I run


Restless girl beside the water, tending to a fire
Kissed a boy and then another, suiting up for war

Heard a broken band of gypsies, singing ancient songs
Gave all my silver to a beggar, still he wanted more


Oh the town of stone and timber, celebration reigned
No one there seems to remember, why they carry on

Crowded 'round a man of marble, speaking foreign tongues
There the stone began to crumble, and the crowd did moan


In the unforgiving morning, caravans of shame
Turn south to the dry land highway, I turn to the sea

Like a snake so quick and deadly, sleepless, coiled and cool
The one I seek is making ready, waiting patiently

Break

Pity not the weary traveler, he lives in his mind
He is friend of wind and weather, and from fire is born

Pity then the cool betrayer, waiting patiently
No precaution made will save him, from the traveling storm