Born with a heart like a vagrant tide,
Never could stay, never could hide.
Every road calls like a lover's hand,
Every storm sings like a one-man band.
Oh, and I swore I'd settle down,
Find a love, plant my feet in the ground.
But the wind knows my name too well,
Keeps calling me out, keeps casting its spell.
Oh, sweet restlessness,
The curse and the gift, the weight on my chest.
The fire in my heels, the ache in my chest,
Oh, I was born for sweet restlessness.
I have laid beside the softest skin,
Felt the warmth, let the quiet in.
But silence holds like a closing door,
And I crave the sound of an open road more.
Oh, and I tried to settle down,
Hold my breath, keep my roots in the ground.
But the river knows my sins too well,
Keeps pulling me back, keeps casting its spell. Oh, sweet restlessness,
The curse and the gift, the weight on my chest.
The fire in my heels, the ache in my chest,
Oh, I was born for sweet restlessness.
No peace in the night, no home in the day,
Only the moon keeps showing the way.
Lovers like lanterns, burning too fast,
Leaving me nothing but light in the past.
Oh, sweet restlessness,
The love that I chase, the thing I resist.
The fire in my heels, the ache in my chest,
Oh, I was born for sweet restlessness.
Oh, and I swore I'd settle down,
But the wind knows my name too well.