wanderin' kind
turtles, the
never know where i'll be bound
if i just sit in one place
'cause sitting's a disgrace
so i move along with this
'cause i'm tired of all the faces that i've seen
i've got to move to greener lands
where i can breathe the air
till the wind weeps through my hair
the whispering mister orders trying to catch me
never know where i'll be bound