Wanderlust

There’s a hefty sleeping bag
resting here upon my back
I’ve got a bed that I can’t keep
too young to need much sleep

The sun is slowly settling down
and the roads are quieter now
There’s a guy with cowboy boots
and he says that I’m his muse

Arm wrestled – shook on a truce

Now we sit and await the train
And he asks if I’m the same, I say

‘What d’ya mean? In what possible way?’

Then he smiled and began to play
straight to my bones, that kind of way

He sang
You and I are wind
There’s nothing here but this
Let’s go see the sights

I whistled along
Never felt so wrong and yet so perfectly right

So now we are aboard
New found places, seas to trawl
as we say goodbye day

And hello night

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