When I hear that lonesome whistle blow
Like it's saying come on lets go
We gotta travel on some more
Gotta see beyond yonder hill
Gotta find me another thrill
Gotta travel to that far and distant shore
Oh I'm a slave to the traveling crave
I can't settle down
When I get a twitch of this traveling itch
You'll see me leaving town
It's like a flame burning in my brain
From dusk until dawn
Curiosity gets the best of me
And keep me moving on
When I hear that old jet engine roar
It's like some far off distant shore
Beckoning to me on the wind
Come on and join me lets go
Pack your bags and don't be slow
We may never come this way again
When I see a liner leaving port
Whether headed south or headed north
I feel that wanderlust once more
I get the itch to travel on
Pack my bags and be gone
I get the urge to travel and explore