Restless

There's a kind of a restless feeling

And it pulls me from within

It sets my senses reeling

And my wheels begin to spin

In the quietude of winter

You can hear the wild geese cry

And I will always love that sound

Until the day I die

There's a plain and a simple answer

To each and every quest

From every quiet dancer

Who might be a special guest

In a movie made for TV

Or a late night interview

You might even find them

On the 'Young and the Restless' too

Do you get that restless feeling

When you hear a whistle blast ?

Like an echo from the past

Of an old engine flying down

A road that's iron cast

The lake is blue, the sky is gray

The leaves have turned to gold

The wild goose will be on her way

The weather's much too cold

When the muskie and the old trout too

Have all gone down to rest?

We will be returning to the

Things that we love best?

Do you get that restless yearning

When you think about your dad?

And the scrimshaw that he had

Of an old schooner roving

'Neath a sky that's ironclad

There's a kind of a restless feeling

And it catches you, off guard

As we gaze off in the distance

Through the trees in my back yard

I can feel the restless yearning

Of those geese as off they roam

Then trade that for a warm bed

And a place I can call home

Will you get that restless yearning

When you hear the wicked blast?

Of a sceptre from the past

Of a cold diesel, rolling down a road that's built to last

Still, I get that restless feeling

When I hear a whistle blast

See an image from the past

Of an old schooner flying down a sky that's overcast