Travellin’ Lennie

Wearing faded jeans and sneakers

He once rode the highway on his thumb

The winds would sing him lullabies

The cold too often left him numb

His only luggage was a knapsack

His old scratched guitar his friend

The open skies his motel rooms

 New dreams waiting round the bend

In a rowdy tavern in Toronto

At a seedy hotel in old Cow Town

A kitchen party down in Halifax

He’s played his music all around

It’s been fifteen years since destiny

Reneged his traveling right

He’s grown soft as he snuggles warm

In her loving arms each night

Still, he plays his old guitar now and then

Songs of the road he rides no more

Her smile makes up for what he lost

It was a love he couldn’t ignore

Still sometimes a lonesome whistle

Of a boxcar running down it’s track

Or the gears of a semi grinding

Well bring the old urge back

He’ll brew another cup of tea

His old six-string he’ll softly play

Until the early morning hours

Reminds him again why he must stay.