A not visible trail, not a trail. The Traveler is walking on it. He's experiencing it.
The Traveler is walking the trail of eternity, of infinity.
On a horse, in a wagon, through a forest, on a mountain, there he is.
He is.
He brings Truth wherever he goes

  

  

   The Traveler
   Chris De Burgh 1980

   In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon
   Shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool
   A horseman is coming, deathin his heart for a rendezvous
   And where the Traveler goes, nobody knows
   Where the Traveler goes nobody knows

   A candle in the night, fear on any face when he goes inside
   "Maybe he's on the run"
   Get back to the bar. A stranger in town is a dangerous sight
   "Maybe he got a gun"
   "Bring a bottle of wine, landlord, I want to talk for a while"
   And where the traveler goes, a cold wind blows
   Where the Traveler goes, a cold wind blows

   There is something in his eyes, something in his hands
   You can almost smell his revenge
   And whoever he is after, it will be disaster
   This man is gonna take him to the very end

   Well, the landlord he trembled, staring at a face he had seen
   Somewhere before
   "You laid him in the ground"
   Suddenly remembered a killing, yes a murder many years before
   "T'was you who shot him dead"
   He said to a boy: "Saddle me the black, I'll meet you down below

   There is something in his eyes, something in his hands
   I can almost smell his revenge
   And it's me he's after, it will be disaster
   This man is gonna take me to the very end"
   And they were never seen again

  

  

  

  

The Long Walk

  

  

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