Traveling Alone

with my free hand i'll flag it down this oncoming day
 i'll hitch a ride far from this town and be on my way
 in this world of beginners singled out their faces unknown
 these saints and these sinners agendas of their own
 all travelling alone
 from the dreams at hand there's no divorce in sickness and in health
 it's a fever that must run its course before you are well
 for worse or for better whichever way the wind may blow
 we're in this together with hang ups of our own
 we're travelling alone
 for worse or for better we've set out on that road
 it's one on one you and your soul and nobody else
 just look around this train is full of folks who keep to themselves
 these faces in windows heading out for places unknown
 though lives intermingle our thoughts are left to roam
 all travelling alone