There is a traveling demon inside of me.
Riding high, trying to keep hold of the reigns.
It seems like knowing right from wrong just ain't enough.
Sometimes it seems when things are going good.
That traveling demon takes control to make it rough.
It's the times like these I feel that I am living outside of me.
To know what to do. What will work. And still choose wrong.
That traveling demon is running through me strong.
Thought that it had gone away.
Found another home to live and play.
Then next I know I get the urge to throw all caution to the wind.
And do just what I want to do. No more no less.
Not worrying about what will happen in the end.
Or how I will clean up the mess.
Of letting the traveling demon run free in me.
No holds just living on the thrills.
Of a ride that moving way to fast.
Ain't it funny how when things are going good.
That traveling demon steps out from the past.