From one place to another
hopping towns all the time
just for the sake of work
scraping fun on the side
oh, what a life it must be
wonder people every where
widening eyes in jealousy
hoping for a bargain swap
pursing lips some scoff
showing off hatred so clear
oof, who cares, wave it away
work’s hard and so’re trips
good food, and great scenery
but who else hears the drama
of early morning scrambling
or rushed midnight madness
who knows the searing pains
or the teary, runny eye balls
from a heavy lack of sleep
and an overload of coffee
oh, the world never hears
jet lagged hallucinations
or the airline knee pains
so’s the life of a traveller
who hops town for work
and hopes for pleasure too