Well it's about that time again Your feet are getting pushed by the wind and i have fled the room in fear of in fear of the way you love to move about with time you'll realize oh, this urge you can't control return to face the road that's snappin' at your legs and nappin' on your steps. oh, it's impossible to give up what you know the reasons you might stay are fading with the day. now the plants are coming back from weeks of rest and that sun has got to beatin' on your chest
it's warm and blood is circling around your veins so you're off to build yourself a better name. walk fast, don't look back so if you seek to learn, then lay right down and turn an ear to face the dirt advice is not just words and stand up straight, you'll see the stars and galaxies they'll lead you right along to somewhere you belong drifter, you're going home now drifter, you're going home.