Maybe you can tell my why I'm prone to wander
I'm like a gypsy to the bone
Every time I hear the rain amid the thunder
I want to run outside and shed my clothes
But I want to stay with you
Long enough to love you right
And I want to say to you
I love the patience in your eyes
Here I am standing in a circle of quiet
Where a truce is tactily observed
Standing in a circle of quiet
Waiting for the world to turn
Waiting for the world to turn
Waiting for the world to turn
And a hundred days and night could find me scattered
All around the world without a name
But you're more than just a feather in my hat
More than just a fetter on my frame
When I look up in the sky at night
I want to go out and chase the stars
But like the catcher in the rye
I want to stay where you are
There is no shadow of turning with thee
There is no shadow of turning