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.