She used to wear her hair like you
except when she was sleeping,
and then she´d weave it on a loom
of smoke and gold and breathing.

And why are you so quiet now
standing there in the doorway?
You chose your journey long before
you came upon this highway.

Trav´ling lady stay awhile
until the night is over.
I´m just a station on your way,
I know I´m not your lover.

It´s true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It´s hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender,
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much
not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he´ll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger