Saw you standing looking around   Like a stranger to this town   Worn out boots and a driverside town   Said to myself, there's a traveling man      You hold that suitcase like a wife   Tells me something about your life   Fell in love with the sound of those wheels   The all-night romances with automobiles      You could be saying the same about me   No local girl, I'm fresh off the 93   We look like birds of a feather   We roll in all kinds of weather   We raced a storm or two right through the night   I think we're birds of a feather   Lord knows we go together   We go without a warning   And fly away in the morning light      Well I make my home on the open road   Love to see the land unfold   I don't mind all the broken line miles   But I get tired of the painted-on smiles      Well I'm just too restless if I stop   Like some bull in the china shop   I end up pawing and pacing the floor   Break every heart between me and the door      But I wouldn't trade it, St. Christopher knows   You can't deny there's a price for the life we chose   We live like birds of a feather   We roll in all kinds of weather   We raced a storm or two right through the night   I think we're birds of a feather   Lord knows we go together   We go without a warning   And fly away in the morning light      We live like birds of a feather   We roll in all kinds of weather   We raced a storm or two right through the night   I think we're birds of a feather   Lord knows we go to together   Because we go without a warning   And fly away in the morning light