The Wandering Kind - Brian Kennedy

I thought I’d found it in a lovers

Touch at the end of a perfect day

But holding hands and drifting sands

Weren’t enough to make me stay

I thought I saw it in anothers eyes

But how can I explain

I saw the sky reflected there

And I was gone again

I’m trying to find a way to tell you how it feels

The only time that I feel fine is when the world

Turns under my wheels

I hope you don’t mind but I think that it’s time

Gotta leave you behind home’s so hard to find

When you’re the wandering kind

I built a house on top of a hill

You could see for miles around

My heart was on the horizon

My feet on solid ground

So I had to leave this place to look for

Somewhere new, when you’re the

Wandering kind it’s all that you can do

I’m trying to find a way to tell you how it feels

I hope you don’t mind but I think that it’s time

Gotta leave you behind home’s so hard to find

Gonna follow the signs, will tomorrow be

Mine, when you’re travelling light you

Don’t know what you’ll find

When you’re the wandering kind

I might be on this road forever caught

Between the now or never know

I hope you don’t mind but I think that it’s time

Gotta leave you behind home’s so hard to find

Gonna follow the signs, will tomorrow be

Mine, when you’re travelling light you don’t

Now what you’ll find, when you’re the

Wandering kind, the wandering kind