She’s about ninety
A fine old lady
I was tired, but now…
I understand 
Why...
I’m a traveling man

It’s a wild ride
A fantastic story
But they believe in me
Words uttered
Words unspoken
My circle
Will remain unbroken

When the compass 
Finishes its sweep
And “three” points meet
When the baton passes
I’ll be ready
To run
Back to and into
History
On words uttered
Words unspoken
The circle will never be broken

It’s “cool”
You’re a linguist
Chose not to say it in English
But the message was good
I understood
Some “rings” you hold close
When the chips are down
Some places you go first
The power of three
You, them and me
When the final piece is spoken
My circle
Will be unbroken

She’s almost ninety
A grand old lady
She believes in me
I was tired 
But today I’m feeling like
A brand new man
Cause I understand
The responsibilities of
A traveling man

They have spoken
The circle
Must never be broken

It went around back then
And…
It’s coming around again
Going up like a curtain
A circle unbroken

She’s about ninety...