Every Mother's Son - Traffic

Once again I’m northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky

Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend

We travel on together searching for the end

I’m a traveling soul and every mother’s son

Although I’m getting tired I’ve got to travel on

Can you please help, my god?

Can you please help, my god?

Can you please help, my god?

I think it’s only fair

Once again I’m northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky

Together we will go and see what waits for us

A backdoor to the universe, that old moondust