(Trevor Lucas, Roach)  Born between a river and a railroad  Restlessness has ruled me since I can't remember when  There's something in the wind seems to call me like a friend  So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again  There are dreams that I have carried all my lifetime  And the dreams have made me a stranger  In the eyes of many a man  For I do not count the time and my reasons do not rhyme  And down the line and on my way, on my way again  Oh, rolling along like a shipwrecked sailor  Who never finds a home  Broken lines and signs of failure  Rub me to the bone  Well, I'm weary of the company of strangers  I'm weary of the city with its heart of hollow stone  Something in the wind seems to call me like a friend  So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again  There's something in the wind seems to call me like a friend  So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again  Yes, I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again  Yes, I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again  I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again (x6)