Traveling salesman with a heart of gold
after a decade his love grew cold
He said -
"I'm leaving on a jet plane"
I wondered -
"when will you be back again?"

A birthday, for Christmas -
it's cash and a call.
For year after year -
it was barely at all.
A marriage, a job, a home, a wife -
barely a thought for his former life.

Well -
I've been turning to bad men -
mad men -
scheme weavers, mind reelers, time stealers -
trying to sell love like a drug dealer.

But I've come to realize -
I want you to know -
even though you're seldom there -
I know that in your way you still care.

I want you to know -
I'll love you forever wherever you go.