In Motion – by Roger Lehman

You know I feel a restlessness that I just can't explain,
When I sit on my front porch and hear the whistle of that train,
Something stirs within me 'cause in my heart I know,
That train is going places that I will never go,

I was born a wanderlust like being on the move,
If I sit still too long I get to feeling blue,
Doesn't matter where I'm going, as long as I'm on the go,
Headed toward some place, that I don't already know,

Old familiar comforts, they don't comfort me,
There is no one place in the world I've always longed to be,
If I stick in one place too long it starts to bring me down,
Next house, next farm, next place, next town

Next house, next farm, next place, next town
Next house, next farm, next place, next town

copyright 2009 – Roger Lehman
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