Restless, message

Ooh, it’s coming for me
And it’s calling out from that open sea
And all those places I’d rather be
When I’m standing still

Ooh, hey wouldn’t it be nice
To take my own advice
And not think twice

Whenever that wind would blow
My body would fix a course
Aim for the best with my imperfect North
Oh I find the gift of going is an anchoring of sorts
To everything already safe and waiting in the port

Oh I’m bound to drift away some days
When that weather strains my tethers and I’m welcoming the waves
Oh got me planning for my escape
When I’m leaving the Harbor