Wanderlust
Guilherme Eddino
Driving down the road to find the dusty horizon
Tumbleweed is rolling along
Singing birds of all the land are passing me by
And I'm smiling as I'm humming their song
And someone will say you've nowhere to go
But they just can't comprehend
'Cause every place is waiting now for me to arrive
And the roads in me have no start or end
Crossing fields where leaves are turning yellow and red
The rolling hills have gone green and brown
Just passed by the place me and my love would hang out
Far enough from even the closest town
And someone will say you've nowhere to go
But they just can't comprehend
'Cause every place is waiting now for me to arrive
And the roads in me have no start or end
And I don't know where I should be now
And I'm not sure of where to go anyhow
And someone will say you've nowhere to go
But they just can't comprehend
'Cause every place is waiting now for me to arrive
And the roads in me have no start or end
And the roads in you have no start or end
And the roads in us have no start or end