(Neil Young)



In a lonesome shack by the railroad track

I spent my younger days

And I guess the sound of the outward bound

Made me a slave

To my wandering queen



And the wayward wind

is a restless wind

A restless wind

that yearns to wander

And I was born

next of kin

The next of kin

to the wayward wind



I met her down in a border town

we swore we'd never part

Though I tried my best to settle down

now she's all alone

With a broken heart



And the wayward wind

is a restless wind

A restless wind

that yearns to wander

And I was born

the next of kin

The next of kin

to the wayward wind



And the wayward wind

is a restless wind

A restless wind

that yearns to wander

And I was born

the next of kin

The next of kin

to the wayward wind



The next of kin

to the wayward, wayward wind