He told me a story about a long long way to goIt was an endless conversation when all I said was helloBut all through the night he spoke to me expounding his philosophyHe said the only truth is in a travelling songOne for the road to tap your foot alongHe said we have a long long way to go so itâs good, feels so goodWhen you sing sing a songCause travelling along just a-singing a song is a mighty fine way to goA mighty fine way to get you to the next townTravelling along just a-singing a song is a mighty fine way to goAnd when the tale was over and I knew him like a friendI asked him if he had the timeIâd like to hear it all over againBut he turned away and without a wordStarted walking down the roadLaughing, singing, talking to himself, and when I looked againHe was already gone