I'll never work for free
No I can't give up
It never belongs to me
I'll never work for free
Like an incantation I've been repeating

Looking back from the outer edge I'm still the same
Looking back from the outer edge I've changed my name
Just to stay the same
Just to stay the same

Fell in love with the traveling man
I'll make him mine
Do whatever I can
Fell in love with the traveling man
I'll make him mine
Do whatever I can

Got me looking for love
Got me looking for love

Little sympathy
Cause a long way back never comes easily
Even a young girl knows
That the first sign of love falls flat where the cold wind blows
A single syllable contains my history
Never know one word could mean so much to me

Fell in love with the traveling man
I'll make him mine
Do whatever I can
Fell in love with the traveling man
I'll make him mine
Do whatever I can

Touching me with such sweet blindness
Hiding where our past can't find us
Need to find you another door
Oh baby I need more
I can't live on metaphors
Oh baby I need more

Fell in love with the traveling man
Gonna make you mine
Do whatever I can
Fell in love with the traveling man
Gonna make him mine
Do whatever I can
You got me looking for love
You got me looking for love

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Alaina Moore-Riley, Patrick James Carney, Patrick Joseph O'Neil Riley