Fairport Convention
Restless
Born between a river and a railroadRestlessness has ruled me since I can't remember whenThere's something in the wind seems to call me like a friendSo I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way againThere are dreams that I have carried all my lifetimeAnd the dreams have made me a strangerIn the eyes of many a manFor I do not count the time and my reasons do not rhymeAnd down the line and on my way, on my way againOh, rolling along like a shipwrecked sailorWho never finds a homeBroken lines and signs of failureRub me to the boneWell, I'm weary of the company of strangersI'm weary of the city with its heart of hollow stoneSomething in the wind seems to call me like a friendSo I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way againThere's something in the wind seems to call me like a friendSo I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way againYes, I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way againYes, I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way againI guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again [Repeat: x 6]
From Letras Mania