Pack up your dreams in an old
Beaten case
Maps inked with footprints from place to place
Chasing horizons where the sky meets the land
A journey begins with a heart in your hand
Oh
Wanderer
Where does the road go?
Hat pulled down low
With the wind at your toes
Sing to the mountains
Dance by the sea
Your travelin' heart yearns wild and free
Crickets in the night
Whisper tales so tall
Bonfires burn bright
Autumn leaves fall
Riverbeds winding through towns time forgot
Every little stop's a thread in the plot
Oh
Wanderer
Where does the road go?
Hat pulled down low
With the wind at your toes
Sing to the mountains
Dance by the sea
Your travelin' heart yearns wild and free
Faces come and go like stones in the stream
Each one a chapter in an endless dream
No destination
Just motion and flow
Tracing the lines where the wildflowers grow
Southbound trains and northbound skies
Every new dawn just a bright disguise
For the restless feet
That never can stay
Follow the sunset
Come what may