Gordon Lightfoot - Restless Lyrics
Theres a kind of a restless feeling and it pulls me from withinIt sets my senses reeling and my wheels begin to spinIn the quietude of winter you can hear the wild geese cryAnd I will always love that sound until the day I dieTheres a plain and a simple answer to each and every questFrom every quiet dance who might be a special guestIn a movie made for tv or a late night interviewYou might even find them on the young and the restless tooDo ya get that restless feelin when you hear a whistle blastLike an echo from the pastOf an old engine flyin down a road thats ironcastThe lake is blue, the sky is gray, the leaves have turned to goldThe wild goose will be on her way, the weathers much too coldWhen the muskie and the old trout too have all gone down to restWe will be returning to the things that we love bestDo ya get that restless yearning when you think about your dadAnd the scrimshaw that he hadOf an old schooner rovin neath a sky thats ironcladTheres a kind of a restless feeling and it catches you off guardAs we gaze off at the distance through the trees in my back yardI can feel that restless yearning of those geese as off they roamThen trade that for a warm bed and a place I can call homeWill ya get that restless yearning when you hear the wicked blastOf a spectre from the pastOf a cold diesel rollin down a road thats built to lastStill I get that restless feelin when I hear a whistle blastSee an image from the pastOf an old schooner flyin down a sky thats overcast
