Wanderlust - Abney Park

This world is filled with islands

Little specks of sand

Mountain peaks in a cloudy sky

Each one’s a different world

And so my sails unfurled

And I will raise my sails high

When I am feeling stagnant

My lungs are filled with mud

I dream of Beijing and Molokai

When I am feeling down

Get my feet off the ground

And throw my head back to the sky

And fly!

And fly!

This world is filled with rust

I could drown in this dust

I need to see the Bhutan sky

I hear my soul groan

I feel my muscles moan

If I can’t wander I will die

I could wander alone

Or take my whole damn home

I could give a monkey’s eye

As long as the road’s clear

A song is in my ear

And I will kiss this place goodbye

And fly!

This world is filled with islands

Little specks of sand

Mountain peaks in a cloudy sky

Each one’s a different world

And so my sails unfurled

And I will raise my sails high

When I am feeling stagnant

My lungs are filled with mud

I dream of Beijing and Molokai

When I am feeling down

Get my feet off the ground

And throw my head back to the sky

And fly!