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