Traveling, wish I knew where I was going every place now looks the same nothing new seems to come my way. All my life I've been searching for something, but so far are lonely roads and bad luck has been my friend. I will go without a friend I will grieve to need a hand but I'm happy to be free and to be able to weep and I'm happy to be me. No one seems to need a friend No one gives me a helping hand but I'm happy to be free and to be able to weep and I'm happy to be me. I will go without a friend I will grieve to need a hand No one seems to need a friend No one gives me a helping hand but I'm happy to be free and to be able to weep and I'm happy to be me.