Lyrics

I Wish That I Was Traveling Too. J. Dutter/P. Roggenkamp 4/17

April changes into May
The old sun sets on another day.
My lonely footsteps fall upon the floor.
And echoed voices from days before.

There’s land to tend and the nine to five.
And small town love becomes small town lives.
Looking back I guess I missed the clues.
I wish that I was traveling too.


You filled my days as you filled this place.
You filled my nights with your warm embrace.
I thought our dreams the bond forever sure.
Our home, the rock that would endure.

The winds have changed with a southern spell.
I lift your face as I wish you well.
I want to pack my bags but someone’s got to stay.
I wish that I was traveling too.

Another sunset, another shore
Your words of love still invite me to something more.

Postcard stories, the folks you met.
Apples blossom, and the fruit is set.
Songs and photos from the road that you are on
Tug me softly from the farm.

Comes a lightening of my load.
A window opens where the door was closed
Is there room for me and for a love that’s true?
Baby, now I’m a traveling too.

Baby, I’m a traveling to you.


I Wish That I Was Traveling Too. J. Dutter/P. Roggenkamp 4/17

April changes into May
The old sun sets on another day.
My lonely footsteps fall upon the floor.
And echoed voices from days before.

There’s land to tend and the nine to five.
And small town love becomes small town lives.
Looking back I guess I missed the clues.
I wish that I was traveling too.


You filled my days as you filled this place.
You filled my nights with your warm embrace.
I thought our dreams the bond forever sure.
Our home, the rock that would endure.

The winds have changed with a southern spell.
I lift your face as I wish you well.
I want to pack my bags but someone’s got to stay.
I wish that I was traveling too.

Another sunset, another shore
Your words of love still invite me to something more.

Postcard stories, the folks you met.
Apples blossom, and the fruit is set.
Songs and photos from the road that you are on
Tug me softly from the farm.

Comes a lightening of my load.
A window opens where the door was closed
Is there room for me and for a love that’s true?
Baby, now I’m a traveling too.

Baby, I’m a traveling to you.




I Wish That I Was Traveling Too. J. Dutter/P. Roggenkamp 4/17

April changes into May
The old sun sets on another day.
My lonely footsteps fall upon the floor.
And echoed voices from days before.

There’s land to tend and the nine to five.
And small town love becomes small town lives.
Looking back I guess I missed the clues.
I wish that I was traveling too.


You filled my days as you filled this place.
You filled my nights with your warm embrace.
I thought our dreams the bond forever sure.
Our home, the rock that would endure.

The winds have changed with a southern spell.
I lift your face as I wish you well.
I want to pack my bags but someone’s got to stay.
I wish that I was traveling too.

Another sunset, another shore
Your words of love still invite me to something more.

Postcard stories, the folks you met.
Apples blossom, and the fruit is set.
Songs and photos from the road that you are on
Tug me softly from the farm.

Comes a lightening of my load.
A window opens where the door was closed
Is there room for me and for a love that’s true?
Baby, now I’m a traveling too.

Baby, I’m a traveling to you.