fairport convention
restless
Born between a river and a railroad Restlessness has ruled me since I can't remember when There's something in the wind seems to call me like a friend So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again There are dreams that I have carried all my lifetime And the dreams have made me a stranger In the eyes of many a man For I do not count the time and my reasons do not rhyme And down the line and on my way, on my way again Oh, rolling along like a shipwrecked sailor Who never finds a home Broken lines and signs of failure Rub me to the bone Well, I'm weary of the company of strangers I'm weary of the city with its heart of hollow stone Something in the wind seems to call me like a friend So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again There's something in the wind seems to call me like a friend So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again Yes, I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again Yes, I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again [Repeat: x 6]