Wanderlust - Asher Monroe

Lyrics by：Asher Monroe

Composed by：Asher Monroe

Call me wanderlust

Got a knack for roaming

Don't think too deep

'Cause I'd miss the moment

I'm a dreamer who finds his way by moonlight

An old soul who got nothing to prove

Drifts with the wind

While bending the rules

The road I trudge is hardly ever smooth

Yay though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I'll fear no evil

Tread the path where my feet won't lose there spring

Well I clutch the reigns of the foreign and strange

Is where I'll soar like an eagle

Thigh rod and staff are natures advent wing

Go to the wild that waits for me

That waits for me

Let freedom rain

Go to the wild

Go to the wild that waits for me

That waits for me

Where my soul was born to sing

Let providence be the guide of love

Those who wish to hum always find a song

Round every bend voyage never

Ends but is played out over and over again

I sonder mood from a passerby

His face told a story by the look in his eye

Full of regret from the things he never tried

I told him failure is a detour not a dead end

The sun will set and rise again

The train hasn't reached it's final destination

So he packed his bags and sailed up stream

Changed his whole perception

Taught himself to trust more in the wind

More in the wind

If ones ship sails outa sight

It doesn't mean the journey ends

It simply means down the river bends

Down the river bends

Go to the wild that waits for you

That waits for you

Distance lends enchantment to the view

Go to the wild that waits for you where a

Gypsy heart can sing the blues

Let adventure be the guide of love

Those still lost at sea come and swim along

A mind that's stretched can't go back to old ways

All the worlds a stage final act awaits

If one but had a glance to give the world

One should gaze on Istanbul

Venice city of mirrors mirage

Long courses or rivers need a vast compass

I want to walk the rain soaked streets of London

I want to drink mint tea in Casablanca

I want to wonder the wastelands of gobi

Bargain for trinkets in a Arab market

Go to the wild that waits for you

That waits for you

Distance lends enchantment to the view

Go to the wild

Go to the wild that waits for you

That waits for you where a

Gypsy heart can sing the blues

Let adventure be the guide of love

Those still lost at sea come and swim along

A mind that's stretched can't go back to old ways

All the worlds a stage final act awaits