Traveler Suite

PART I - INTRO [Instrumental] PART II - SETTING SUN She is all I ever wanted She could make me lie I don't think she's dead or anything, but I still feel haunted Something in the way she said goodbye This time Not like before It could be me but it seemed like I needn't return That's right Little Johnny gets to go and fight his war And as he rides off in the sunset he feels the last rays burn And shine My setting sun No we ain't done My setting sun No we ain't done The only one Who makes me run The setting sun No we ain't done What the hell'd she mean When she turned away and said don't you ever forget me And why the sad routine The tear in her eye, and my glib reply when I said "You'd never let me" Oh no not she I found a letter I found it in a pocket that she must have slipped it in It basically told me to forget her Now I ain't no genius, but I think I could begin To see My setting sun No we ain't done My setting sun No we ain't done The only one Who makes me run The setting sun No we ain't done With the sun obscured from view And none but the night left to keep me warm It's me my darling with nothing left to do But surrender to the coming storm And I am born PART III - COLOR ME GONE With nothing to lose, and freedom to gain I rode west at nightfall through freezing rain Relying on luck, and the wit of my brain Visions of plunder and endless campaign Numb the pain There is comfort in the saddle and the earth is good and soft Build a sail to catch the wind set my chariot aloft I'm rounding on the parapet and another city burns Harvest all creation for its ominous returns And then well before dawn you can color me gone Moving on to the next after killing my prey Growing steadily easier each one I'd slay By blood and by battle, making my way Unto the breach and into the fray When I play There is comfort in the saddle and the earth is good and soft Build a sail to catch the wind set my chariot aloft I'm rounding on the parapet and another city burns Harvest all creation for its ominous returns And then well before dawn you can color me gone Come hell come high water come into me Storm bring your flood waters turn desert to sea Destroy all my obstacles whatever they be Extinguish all light and fell every tree Set me free! PART IV - LOW BRANCH A low branch touching the water Feels the currents' take A mighty river bends her But oh, oh, oh She won't break Ain't gonna break anytime soon A candle's flame she dances When sudden a tempest blows She dwindles and dims against the cold, cold winds And oh, oh, oh Then she grows Somehow I gotta come and see Someway it's familiar to me Gently she'll try and try and try It amazes me and I gotta find out why PART V - PANCHO [Instrumental] PART VI - LOW BRANCH (REPRISE) Somehow I gotta come and see Some way she's familiar to me Gently she'll try and try and try It amazes me and I gotta find out why I may never understand her Her secret is not to know Nothing for me to do with or for or to But oh, oh, oh I just love to watch her go Part VII - Color Me Gone (Reprise) I am the river that bends the branch I am the tempest that dwindles the flame No one can stand the avalanche The beast can be bargained but he can't be tamed The die casts long ago the Rubicon crossed No one can hold me or alter my fate Balance and equilibrium lost Tribe on the move the momentum won't wait It's too late... There is comfort in the saddle and the earth is good and soft Build a sail to catch the wind set my chariot aloft I am rounding on the parapet and another city burns Harvest all creation for its ominous returns And then well before dawn you can collar me gone PART VIII - SETTING SUN (REPRISE) She was all I ever wanted Maybe now I'm wanting something more So we start away in the new day undaunted Maybe that is what the morning's for But you can't be sure © Blues Traveler