I must be a tourist
If this world is not my home
So I'll go and grab my stuff
And get back on the road
Where the road is heading
Only the Lord knows
I know that I've got to roam
And get back on the road
Some roads are well trod
Their pathways are clear
And some are hard to find
They'll make you disappear
One thing I can tell you
Don't carry no heavy load
For it can make it hard for you
To get back on the road
