Restless

There's a kind of a restless feeling and it pulls me from within

It sets my senses reeling and my wheels begin to spin

In the quietude of winter you can hear the wild geese cry

And I will always love that sound until the day I die

Still I get that restless feelin' when I hear a whistle blast

See an image from the past

Of an old schooner flyin' down a sky that's overcast

Dammit, I need to go travelling somewhere. A random trip out to some random location. Yeah.