(Neil Young) In a lonesome shack by the railroad track I spent my younger days And I guess the sound of the outward bound Made me a slave To my wandering queen And the wayward wind Is a restless wind A restless wind That yearns to wander And I was born Next of kin The next of kin To the wayward wind I met her down in a border town We swore we'd never part Though I tried my best to settle down Now she's all alone With a broken heart And the wayward wind Is a restless wind A restless wind That yearns to wander And I was born The next of kin The next of kin To the wayward wind And the wayward wind Is a restless wind A restless wind That yearns to wander And I was born The next of kin The next of kin To the wayward wind The next of kin To the wayward, wayward wind