The wanderlust is in me yet I yearn for distant places
I do grow tired of the one place and it's familiar faces
And perhaps they feel the same of me and happy to see me leaving
At my departure it would seem there will not be any grieving.
The wanderlust is in me yet I yearn for the open highway
I long to drive for days on end on the country road and byway
Through places I've not seen before I would find that invigorating
The wanderlust in me alive but time for me not waiting.
The wanderlust is in me yet the open road is calling
The birds are singing far away as shades of night are falling
For years I've led a sedentary life the precious time I've wasted
A World citizen I feel since sweet wander I have tasted.
Just like the restless mountain rill that scurries down the gravel
The lust for wander is in my soul I feel the urge to travel
So little time left and so much to see and the hands of time keep turning
And for new and exotic places the desire in me is burning.
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