| The sun and the haze, the Drain scattered days |
| Sinking the paths I can find |
| Following on, the dream and a song |
| While leaving it all behind |
| The dust in my eyes, is clouding my skies |
| I won’t let the thoughts bring me down |
| Travelling ways of longingless days |
| Go on till the morning comes 'round |
| And when the cool days are here, the reasons clear |
| I hear it now in a song |
| 'Cause threw the mist I can see |
| The sandal-wood tree |
| And the place were is started from |
| Ooh, ooh |
| Travelling ways |
| Ooh, ooh |
| Travelling ways |
| The way is unknown, but now on my own |
| I finally fought through the maze |
| The feeling so strong, it carries me on |
| And back to the Travelling ways |
| And when the cool days are here, the reasons clear |
| I hear it now in a song |
| 'Cause threw the mist I can see |
| The sandal-wood tree |
| And the place were is started from |
| Ooh, ooh |
| Travelling ways |
| Ooh, ooh |
| Travelling ways |
| And when the cool days are here, the reasons clear |
| I hear it now in a song |
| 'Cause threw the mist I can see |
| The sandal-wood tree |
| And the place were is started from |
| Ooh, ooh |
| Travelling ways |
| Ooh, ooh |
| Travelling ways |
| Ooh, ooh |
| Travelling ways |
| Ooh, ooh |
| Travelling ways |