Some Traveling Music Songtext
von Frank Sinatra

How can you say something new about being alone
Tell somebody you′re a loner?
Right away they think you're lonely
It′s not the same thing, you know It's not wanting to put all your marbles in one pocket
And that's caring enough not to care too much
Mostly, I guess it′s letting yourself come first for a while

One day, I′m gonna find me an island, a think place
Go there with a mess of records and a ukalele
Just sit strumming, I might even do some thinking
About the women and the towns that I left behind