Something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on your mind Road maps in a well-cracked ceiling, the signs aren't hard to find Now I'm not saying that you've been mistreated No one's hurt you, nothing's wrong A moment's rest was all you needed So pack your things and kindly move along Like dust in the wind, you're gone forever You're wind-blown leaves, you're a change in the weather Just a town like any other, a second brand new start A third of fourth-hand wife or lover, no, you won't break her heart Take some bacon, go and and leave your watch chain She won't count on nothing more Wrap your hands around that small change And tiptoe barefoot out the door Yes, something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on my mind When things get bad I'm bound to pack my bags and just Leave them all behind And just leave them all behind