Star bright gypsy night spring is on your breezes Young wild Friday's child going where he pleases Coquettish blooming lilacs float their perfume throught the window Teasing me and tempting me to leave my restless limbo Some may call it wanderlust, some may call it crazy I don't call it anything, I just let it take me Dark blue slips into closing skies of twilight Til streets take my feet dancing toward the midnight It's just the kind of night that brings a special kind of hunger Searching for the kind of love you had when you were younger Some may call it wanderlust, some may call it crazy I don't call it anything, I just let it take me Soft wind rolling in settles down upon me I'm bound toward the sound of something just beyond me Through the sleeping city with confetti starlight falling Open eyed and moving toward the distant voice that's calling Some may call it wanderlust, some may call it crazy I don't call it anything, I just let it take me