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Travelling the road, last known is where I want to beMy compass directing, electing, an open road with golden treesBut there's an old man in need on the ground, I try not to make a soundHe holds out his hand as I walk away, I hear him sayPlease don't be a stranger in my placeTravelling come to a tavern for a momentary restI see the old man that I passed on the road in his distressAs I turned to go I can hear him say, "Son, stay. Have a drink, I'll pay."Let bygones be gone, it's all in the past, we raise a glassPlease don't be a stranger in my placeWhat if I could be what you wanted me to beWhat if I could see what you wanted me to seeCome on and show mePlease don't be a stranger in my place From Letras Mania