(Trevor Lucas, Roach)
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 (x6)