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O' Wandering Soul of Mine
What are you seeking
O’ Wondering soul of mine?
What is it that drives you
what do you wish to find?
A lifetime of travel
that knows no end.
One foot in front of the other
the road my only friend.
What is it inside of me
that sparks the hunger inside?
What makes me seek that feeling
that thrill of the ride?
Torn between two worlds
longing to feel at home.
Wishing I could finally stay
but knowing I was born to roam.
These two feet of mine
they have brought me so far
more than any boat
train, bike or car.
Where are we going
o’ wondering soul of mine?
It must be somewhere special
surely it will be divine!
I can feel the pull
here it calling my name
promises of the world
and a spirit you can not tame!
Where are we going
O’ wondering soul of mine?
these two feet will see no rest
carrying me til the end of my time.
yeah, I'm a wanderer baby
cant you see
I’d love to stay and chat
but I have somewhere to be.
It was written in the stars
before I took my first breath
and it will be this way
till I meet my death.
Then death shall smile upon me
as we walk hand in hand.
O’ wondering soul of mine
wasn't our journey grand!
O’ Wondering soul of mine?
What is it that drives you
what do you wish to find?
A lifetime of travel
that knows no end.
One foot in front of the other
the road my only friend.
What is it inside of me
that sparks the hunger inside?
What makes me seek that feeling
that thrill of the ride?
Torn between two worlds
longing to feel at home.
Wishing I could finally stay
but knowing I was born to roam.
These two feet of mine
they have brought me so far
more than any boat
train, bike or car.
Where are we going
o’ wondering soul of mine?
It must be somewhere special
surely it will be divine!
I can feel the pull
here it calling my name
promises of the world
and a spirit you can not tame!
Where are we going
O’ wondering soul of mine?
these two feet will see no rest
carrying me til the end of my time.
yeah, I'm a wanderer baby
cant you see
I’d love to stay and chat
but I have somewhere to be.
It was written in the stars
before I took my first breath
and it will be this way
till I meet my death.
Then death shall smile upon me
as we walk hand in hand.
O’ wondering soul of mine
wasn't our journey grand!
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