I've got this feeling
that keeps growing over time,
the longer I try to bury it
the stronger it becomes,
slowly consuming me completely.
This restlessness inside my heart,
the yearning inside my soul
to see the mile makers flash by me,
new faces, places, experiences,
I don't want to wake up here again.
Wandering spirit
caught in one place,
slowly going insane
with the undeniable restlessness
that I'm trying to ignore.
Trying to control the urge
to pack my bags and say I'm done
and see where I end up,
see where the road leads me
and hope in time I'm with him.
The need to finally spread my wings
and get out of this cage
that's choking me so slowly,
slowly but surely killing me,
or at least killing me inside.
Wandering spirit
caught in one place,
slowly going insane
with the undeniable restlessness
that I'm trying to ignore.
Born with Gypsy blood in my veins
with wandering lust in my heart,
pined in one place for an extended time
without anything to hold me here
is driving me insane.
