I believe I was born with the wanderlust
Made from the curiosity to see the whole world
Ever since I've been old enough to get around
I've been on the move, never one to settle down
I got it bad it's a bad disease
Travel light just in case I need to pick up and leave
Some might say I'm good at running away
It was the way I was raised
That's how I know I'm free
And the song lines travel on for years
From a long line of radical ideas
Travellers and traders, musicians and sailors
Who move through the ages to get me here
And there's something out there that I'm trying to find
I left it behind when the moment arrived
I rewind and remember engraved in my memory
The memory of all of it, it's called life
Now you're drunk with the geezers
Singing on the metro
Looking for a coffee in the gray-lit dawn
Hanging on a barstool
Palms on a napkin
Drinking in Paris
It's a beautiful morning
Head full of cheap beer, expat belligerents
Navigating traffic in the Shanghai taxi
Two-day train trip
Eyes on the landscape
Vast Mongolian hills roll past you
You learned a lot of swear words
Ate a lot of weird food
Made a lot of friends considered close crew
Slept in hostels
Dealt with some hostiles
And climbed the Himalayas to appreciate the view
Now somewhere out there you are still travelling
Standing on a corner singing songs at the moon
Clear-headed, crazy, night like a diamond
Happy in your skin trying to take it all in
Cradle in the heartbeat
Blood pump patchwork
Soaked up bittersweet mixed up epiphanies
Still away from everything you came from
Headphones on, now you see the world differently
Far from degenerate, waiting in an airport
Empty back pocket with the stamps in your passport
Are you a soldier or soul so well worn
Would you even recognise who you were before
Transformed by all these strange events
Tears in your eyes and you feel so blessed
When the plane touched down
Your feet touch ground
You finally get home, you gotta savour that feeling