Really Good Bad Guy - Lone Wolf

Looking for adventure within the union of Europe
Unchartered regions I've been dreaming growing up
Even though the spread out land has centuries of growth
It's here I find a force to reckon before I go home

Travelling by rail between the great cities
Confidently strolling naively through the streets
Keeping my pockets tight cus the pickers they are spry
My guard is up and wits are bright just like my papa taught me

Stretching every dollar cus the euro is so strong
Newly delivered to a current state of woe
With whimsical cities and a culture to be learned
Even though I language differs I think we could be friends

But I'm a lone wolf
Snappin' memories to capture the moments
And it's cold out
I'm running back to grab me my jacket

Three days tops in each location
Looking for signs in all of the stations
On the move I may never return again
Stamping all these postcards that I intend to send

Wandering around, lookin' for things to do
Eyes are alway open to the people and the views
Je vais prendre une bière aujourd'hui a été longue
This bar stools my home, till they are closing

New friends that I made in the streets of Kruezberg
Clappin' to the music of musicians that we heard
Squats and galleries where the shows that took place
Augustiner Helles is our fuel for the evening

Step with a long stride
I'm covering as much ground as needed
And it's cold out
I'm running back to grab me my jacket

Three days tops in each location
Looking for signs in all of the stations
On the move I may never return again
Stamping all these postcards that I intend to send

So long to the faces and temporary friends
Twenty four more hours and I'm on the move again
Back pack and this journal, that I'm writing in
A dart on a map for my next destination

Cuz I'm a lone wolf
Snappin' memories to capture the moments
And it's cold out
I'm running back to grab me my jacket

Three days tops in each location
Looking for signs in all of the stations
On the move I may never return again
Stamping all these postcards that I intend to send

And I'll return home someday and
Fondly remember all the things that I've seen
Lookin' back to all the places that I've been
With these post card I wrote you, you'll know what I mean

Written by:
Kyle Shabada

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