Wanderlust, a word I don't hear all that often these days. I was born with it. Mostly just went down the road and back, but sometimes to the ends of the earth.
I was taking the loooonnnggg way home from the grocery store, the radio was on, and to my surprise, and delight a song by Tom Paxton playing!!!! , truthfully I was really surprised, but really glad also. because In the process of looking up the song I found out that he is still touring, and that was good to hear also. The wandering, wonderful, wanderlust feeling follows me still because of that. But before I digress too far.
The first time I heard this song was on a Kodak commercial. At least I think it was Kodak film, but no matter. It was my dream to ramble, faffle, roam and travel until I was too old to do that anymore and then settle down. It didn't work out exactly that way, but close enough.
But now I am old and I am home. Knowing that this is where I was bound for all those years. I do thank my stars for the roof over my head, a bit of roaming is still the spark in my heart.
Can't help but wonder where I'm bound
Tom Paxton
It's a long and a dusty road
It's a hot and a heavy load
And the folks that I meet ain't always kind
Some are bad, some are good
Some have done the best they could
Some have tried to ease my troubled mind
And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound
Where I'm bound
And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound
I have wandered thru this land
Just a doing the best I can
Tryin to find what I was meant to do
And the people that I see
Look as worried as can be
And it looks like they are a wondering, too
I had a little girl one time
She had lips like Sherry wine
I loved her till my head went plumb insane
But I was too blind to see
She was drifting away from me
And my good gal went off on the morning train
And I had a buddy back home
But he started out to roam
I hear he's out by Frisco Bay
And sometimes when I've had a few
His old voice comes a ringing thru
And I'm going out to see him some old day
If you see me passing by
And you sit and you wonder why
And if you wish that you were a rambling too
Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor
Lace them up and bar the door
Thank your stars for the roof that's over you
