Somethings wrong, that restless feelings been preying on your mind
Road maps in a well cracked ceiling the signs arent hard to find
Now Im not saying that youve been mistreated
No ones hurt you - nothings wrong
A moments rest was all you needed
So pack your things and kindly move along
Like dust in the wind youre gone forever
Youre wind-blown leaves youre a change in the weather
Just a town like any other a second brand new start
A third or fourth hand wife or lover no, you wont break her heart
Take some bacon go on and leave your watch chain
She wont count on nothing more
Wrap your hands around that small change
And tiptoe barefoot out the door
Yes, somethings wrong that restless feelings been preying on my mind
When things get bad Im bound to pack my bags and just
Leave them all behind