Maybe you can tell me why I'm prone to wander

i'm like a gypsy to the bone

every time i hear the rain amid the thunder

i want to run outside and shed my clothes

but i want to stay with you

long enough to love you right

and i want to say to you

i love the patience in your eyes



here i am standing in a circle of quiet

where a truce is tacitly observed

standing in a circle of quiet

waiting for the world to turn

waiting for the world to turn

waiting for the world to turn



and a hundred days and nights could find me scattered

all around the world without a name

but you're more than just a feather in my hat

more than just a fetter on my frame

when i look up in the sky at night

i want to go chase the stars

but like the catcher in the rye

i want to stay where you are



there is no shadow of turning with thee

there is no shadow of turning