Where the Wind Shall Lead Me
I am set to surrender and give in once again
to the restlessness that is pushing from within
and telling me to leave behind the people I love
to sail thousand miles to where black gold flows.
Now I stand by the door with bags in my hands
to board my lonely ship, cross the wide ocean.
So sorry to leave but undaunted just the same,
I will soon be on my way, I’d soon be far away.
Oh, I may sometimes stop to catch my breath
when this tired, old heart says it’s had enough.
But I know I would be up and moving again,
going where the wind shall lead me.
For how could I hold this force beating deep inside,
how do I stop myself from chasing its crazy dreams,
how could I not tread on the road leading out yonder,
when the drum starts to beat, won’t I answer its call?
Well, here I am in this cruel and barren desert
stretching my luck and braving the killing heat.
I don’t know when this wandering finally ends
but who cares! isn’t this what life is all about?
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