Wanderlust
Call me wanderlust
Got a knack for roaming
Don't think too deep
Cause I'd miss the moment
Im A dreamer who finds his way by moonlight
An old soul Who's got nothing to prove
Drifts with the wind
While Bending the rules
The road I trudge Is hardly ever smooth
Yay though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death I'll fear no evil
Tread the path where my feet won't lose there spring
Well i Clutch the reigns of the foreign and strange is where I'll soar like an eagle
Thigh rod and staff are natures advent wing
Go to the wild that waits for me let freedom ring
Go to the wild that waits for me where my soul was born to sing
Let providence be the guide of love
Those who wish to hum always find a song
Round every bend voyage never ends but is played out over and over again
I got a sonder mood from a passerby
His face told a story by the look in his eye
Full of regret from the things he never tried
I told him Failure is a detour not a dead end
The sun will set and rise again
The train hasn't reached its final destination
So he packed his bags and sailed up stream
Changed his whole perception
Taught himself to trust more in the wind
If ones ship sails outa sight it doesn't mean the journey ends
It simply means down the river bends
Go to the wild that waits for you distance lends enchantment to the view
Go to the wild that waits for you where a Gypsy heart can sing the blues
Let adventure be the guide of love
Those still lost at sea come and swim along
A mind that's stretched can't go back to old ways
All the worlds a stage final act awaits
If one but had a glance, to give to the world
One should gaze on Istanbul
Venice city of mirrors mirage
Long courses or rivers need a vast compass
I want to walk the rain soaked streets of London
I want to drink mint tea in Casablanca
I want to wonder the wastelands of gobi
Bargain for trinkets in a Arab market
Go to the wild that waits for you distance lends enchantment to the view
Go to the wild that waits for you where a Gypsy heart can sing the blues
Let adventure be the guide of love
Those still lost at sea come and swim along
A mind that's stretched can't go back to old ways
All the worlds a stage final act awaits
Got a knack for roaming
Don't think too deep
Cause I'd miss the moment
Im A dreamer who finds his way by moonlight
An old soul Who's got nothing to prove
Drifts with the wind
While Bending the rules
The road I trudge Is hardly ever smooth
Yay though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death I'll fear no evil
Tread the path where my feet won't lose there spring
Well i Clutch the reigns of the foreign and strange is where I'll soar like an eagle
Thigh rod and staff are natures advent wing
Go to the wild that waits for me let freedom ring
Go to the wild that waits for me where my soul was born to sing
Let providence be the guide of love
Those who wish to hum always find a song
Round every bend voyage never ends but is played out over and over again
I got a sonder mood from a passerby
His face told a story by the look in his eye
Full of regret from the things he never tried
I told him Failure is a detour not a dead end
The sun will set and rise again
The train hasn't reached its final destination
So he packed his bags and sailed up stream
Changed his whole perception
Taught himself to trust more in the wind
If ones ship sails outa sight it doesn't mean the journey ends
It simply means down the river bends
Go to the wild that waits for you distance lends enchantment to the view
Go to the wild that waits for you where a Gypsy heart can sing the blues
Let adventure be the guide of love
Those still lost at sea come and swim along
A mind that's stretched can't go back to old ways
All the worlds a stage final act awaits
If one but had a glance, to give to the world
One should gaze on Istanbul
Venice city of mirrors mirage
Long courses or rivers need a vast compass
I want to walk the rain soaked streets of London
I want to drink mint tea in Casablanca
I want to wonder the wastelands of gobi
Bargain for trinkets in a Arab market
Go to the wild that waits for you distance lends enchantment to the view
Go to the wild that waits for you where a Gypsy heart can sing the blues
Let adventure be the guide of love
Those still lost at sea come and swim along
A mind that's stretched can't go back to old ways
All the worlds a stage final act awaits
Credits
Writer(s): Asher Monroe
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