Description

One-Stop, Singer Songwriter country rock, Medium tempo, defiant, organic, upbeat, indie, alternative, country, energetic, lively, americana, major, anthemic, celebratory, roots, thoughtful, southern, drinking, reflective, rocking, garage, together, heartfelt, emotional, traveling, hopeful, positive, positive, folk, rural, Male vocals, background vocals, electric guitar, bass, acoustic guitar, drums, synth, keys, organ, tambourine, guitar solo, Bradenton, Florida, United States

Lyrics

It started with a choir of angels
Turned into a murder of crows
They gathered overhead on the powerlines
Waiting there to feast upon the bodies below

Yeah it must've been a dream
Can you tell me what it means
I am the infinite traveler
I am a leaf on a stream

I was coming home for the weekend
Commuting on a passenger train
The conductor came around, calling out a town
That I swear I'd never even heard of by name

One I invented in a dream
A place like I had never seen
Somehow I felt I belonged there
A place that I was meant to be

I am the infinite traveler
I am a refugee
I am a wayfaring stranger
adrift upon a sea

I need a choir of angels
to sing a song to me
I am the infinite traveler
I am the infinite traveler

I need a moment of silence
I need a minute to think
A little time for reflection
I could use a strong drink

I need a choir of angels
to sing me back to sleep
I am the infinite traveler
I am the infinite traveler