Though its true I'm living with   A travelling heart,   And it was yours you knew from the very start   And I have come to know your eyes   When they're hiding   Lost in the time that slowly cries,   Come on riding   And 8 to 5 living, it ain't a lot less than alive   Knowing there's a dream calling out of   Your window   And don't we really know when time   is moving slow   And we all go on to nowhere      And every hour to work you say , just wishing   Where have I gone today . well I've   Gone fishing   With the sun in my eyes ond burning up   The skies and the river just watches me run.      Well its true I'm living with a   travelling heart,   But it was yours you knew from the very start   And I have come to know your eyes   When they're hiding   Lost in the time that slowly cries,   "Come on riding" yeah yeah      And all the stories you can read in the city   Look real hard between the lines, do you   See me?   Well the heart in my hand is slowing me   Down again   And the river just a watches me run.   Well the heart in my hands seems to slow   Me down again   And the river just watches me run. Aha.