Drifting through the airport with no luggage and no shirt
Nothing I could buy there for a pocketful of dirt
Let me see the city if the taxi ride’s for free
Hell I know this city, but does it remember me?

Oh my travelling book, pages old and torn
Oh my travelling book, friends and numbers gone
Oh my travelling book, time to write a new one
Oh my travelling book

Ringing ancient doorbells, getting dressed in coats of paint
Try to breathe in new air, but I try too hard and faint
Fifty thousand strangers and an old love every day
Thought I was a traveller, but right now I’m just a stray

Oh my travelling book, your truth became a lie
Oh my travelling book, you make the poor girl cry
Oh my travelling book, only you know who I am
Oh my travelling book.