Saw you standing looking aroundnLike a stranger to this townnWorn out boots and a driverside townnSaid to myself, there's a traveling mannnYou hold that suitcase like a wifenTells me something about your lifenFell in love with the sound of those wheelsnThe all-night romances with automobilesnnYou could be saying the same about menNo local girl, I'm fresh off the 93nWe look like birds of a feathernWe roll in all kinds of weathernWe raced a storm or two right through the nightnI think we're birds of a feathernLord knows we go togethernWe go without a warningnAnd fly away in the morning lightnnWell I make my home on the open roadnLove to see the land unfoldnI don't mind all the broken line milesnBut I get tired of the painted-on smilesnnWell I'm just too restless if I stopnLike some bull in the china shopnI end up pawing and pacing the floornBreak every heart between me and the doornnBut I wouldn't trade it, St. Christopher knowsnYou can't deny there's a price for the life we chosenWe live like birds of a feathernWe roll in all kinds of weathernWe raced a storm or two right through the nightnI think we're birds of a feathernLord knows we go togethernWe go without a warningnAnd fly away in the morning lightnnWe live like birds of a feathernWe roll in all kinds of weathernWe raced a storm or two right through the nightnI think we're birds of a feathernLord knows we go to togethernBecause we go without a warningnAnd fly away in the morning light