Текст песни: Traffic. John Barleycorn Must Die. Every Mothers Son.

Once again I'm north-ward bound
On the edge of sea and sky
Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend
We travel on together searching for the end

I'm a traveling soul
And every mother's son
Although I'm getting tired
I've got to travel on

Can you please help, my God?
Can you please help, my God?
Can you please help, my God?
Think it's only fair

Once again I'm north-ward bound
On the edge of sea and sky
Together we will go and see what waits for us
The back door to the universe that opens doors

I'm a traveling soul
And every mother's son
Although I'm getting tired
I've got to travel on

Can you please help, my God?
Can you please help, my God?
Can you please help, my God?
I think it's only fair

Once again I'm north-ward bound
On the edge of sea and sky
Together we will go and see what waits for us
The back door to the universe that opens doors

And I'm a traveling soul
And every mother's son
Although I'm getting tired
I've got to travel on

Well I'm a traveling soul
And every mother's son
And I'm getting tired
I'm getting tired got to travel on

Can you please help, my God?
Can you please help, my God?
Can you please help, my God?
I think it's only fair