[00:00.00] 作词 : Lloyd Cole[00:01.00] 作曲 : Lloyd Cole[00:09.88]She's got the porter by the baggage carousel[00:14.82]She's got the means to make him hurt a little[00:19.44]She's going places he no longer dreams about[00:24.73]Beautiful dreams no doubt[00:32.57]Dreams of Savannah mornings hung with Spanish moss[00:37.37]Dreams of New Mexico endless miles of dust[00:42.17]Dreaming of soaring high above this vacant lot[00:47.20]All dreams of flight traveling light[00:54.86]Traveling light traveling light traveling light[01:09.47]If not for scheming constellations in the night[01:14.82]Determined to align themselves against my design[01:21.46]I would be traveling light[01:27.85]Sailor's harmonica gypsy guitar[01:32.77]Like I'm the last of the true believers[01:37.71]Kicking the dirt that might unearth that lonesome song[01:43.16]You know the one that I was counting on[01:50.17]Traveling light traveling light traveling light[02:05.51]If not for bitter constellations in the night[02:10.14]Determined to align themselves against my design[02:15.52]I should be traveling light[02:38.39]If not for twisted guidance counselors in spite[02:42.78]Of sympathetic bartenders intent to do me right[02:49.57]I would be I would be traveling light[02:57.07]I am the porter by the baggage carousel[03:02.11]I am the leader of this small ensemble[03:07.02]And we will pack this little station wagon tight[03:12.04]Then take flight amongst the headlights