Sooner or Later - Joelistics

I believe I was born with the wanderlust

Made from the curiosity to see the whole world

Ever since I’ve been old enough to get around

I’ve been on the move, never one to settle down

I got it bad it’s a bad disease

Travel light just in case I need to pick up and leave

Some might say I’m good at running away

It was the way I was raised

That’s how I know I’m free

And the song lines travel on for years

From a long line of radical ideas

Travellers and traders, musicians and sailors

Who move through the ages to get me here

And there’s something out there that I’m trying to find

I left it behind when the moment arrived

I rewind and remember engraved in my memory

The memory of all of it, it’s called life

Now you’re drunk with the geezers

Singing on the metro

Looking for a coffee in the gray-lit dawn

Hanging on a barstool

Palms on a napkin

Drinking in Paris

It’s a beautiful morning

Head full of cheap beer, expat belligerents

Navigating traffic in the Shanghai taxi

Two-day train trip

Eyes on the landscape

Vast Mongolian hills roll past you

You learned a lot of swear words

Ate a lot of weird food

Made a lot of friends considered close crew

Slept in hostels

Dealt with some hostiles

And climbed the Himalayas to appreciate the view

Now somewhere out there you are still travelling

Standing on a corner singing songs at the moon

Clear-headed, crazy, night like a diamond

Happy in your skin trying to take it all in

Cradle in the heartbeat

Blood pump patchwork

Soaked up bittersweet mixed up epiphanies

Still away from everything you came from

Headphones on, now you see the world differently

Far from degenerate, waiting in an airport

Empty back pocket with the stamps in your passport

Are you a soldier or soul so well worn

Would you even recognise who you were before

Transformed by all these strange events

Tears in your eyes and you feel so blessed

When the plane touched down

Your feet touch ground

You finally get home, you gotta savour that feeling