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 or fourth hand
wife or lover
no
you won't break her heart. take some bacon
go on 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.