Paper Lions Travelling lyrics

Travelling, the road less known is where I want to be
My compass directing, electing an open road with golden trees
But there's an old man in need on the ground, I try not to make a sound
He holds out his hand as I walk away, I hear him say

Please don't be a stranger in my place
Please don't be a stranger in my place

Travelling, I come to a tavern for a momentary rest

I see the old man that I passed on the road in his distress
I turn to go, then hear him say, son, stay have a drink, I'll pay
Let bygones be gone, it's all in the past, we raise a glass

What if I could be what you wanted me to be
What if I could see what you wanted me to see