Was thinking about my restless heart,
Was thinking about my restless heart.
I don't know what for;
I'm not anxious,
I'm not bored,
But looking for a brand new start.
The dream I had, it was the same.
I was sitting on that old westbound train.
There was a young boy,
He was selling snake oil.
He said "Here, take this for the pain."
I never was one to believe
In a quick fix remedy,
But I've got no ace up my sleeve.
Took that train to the end of the line. Through the prairies,
And through the pines.
There was a circus car,
And temptations at the bar,
And implications to disregard.
I never was one to believe
That being wild was
The same as being free.
Oh I guess I've been that night eve.
Was thinking back to our front yard,
The magnolia in the front yard.
The spring's coming soon,
And all its buds are bloomed;
The colour of my restless heart.
The flowers in the garden know
Just how they need to grow.
They don't get confused,
They don't need no walking shoes
To get where they need to go.
I never was one to believe
That being wild was
The same as being free.
If I ever had an ace up my sleeve,
It was you.