Pathways, pathways
gotta go any-ways
gotta go any place
now.
Gotta go, where to go?
I dunno, here we go
How we go is when we go &
stop.
Need to go somewhere
not just anywhere
need to find the path to
choose.
I can’t be here
here is nowhere
Nowhere has nothing for
me.
Need to find my place to be
Cannot wait to stop and see
where will my home have
gone.
Spin, spin, spin
Gotta keep your wheels spinnin’ baby
Spin, spin, spin
Gotta keep your choices free.
Spin, spin, spin
If you stop your wheels spinnin’ baby
Spin, spin, spin
No more options left to be.
Where is the berth for the wandering heart?
Where can it rightly call home?
Where is the room for the traveling soul,
when the world builds only for two?
When can I stop this curious mind
from peeking around the next bend?
What is the cure for loving too soon
For a man who knows just how it ends?
Why is it so easy to fall for someone
knowing how much it hurts when you land?
Why can’t I just stay put
and stay happy here?
Why must I go out alone?
Who can I hold
when there’s nobody left
because nobody left can hold me?
What is a relationship for someone who has
passion and trust in a friend?
What is the fate of this wandering heart
with no one to wander with it in the end?
