The Traveling Kind Lyrics

We don't all die young to save our spark
From the ravages of time
But the first and last to leave their mark
Someday become the traveling kind
In the wind are names of poets past
Some were friends of yours and mine
And to those unsung, we lift our glass
May their songs become the traveling kind
We were born to brave this tilted world
With our hearts laid on the line
Be it way-crossed boy or red dirt girl
The song becomes the traveling kind