I could be so happy, but all I do is cry.
For more to keep me happy, for more to bring me joy.

'Cause my restless feet always want to feel,
what the old roads try to hide.
And my hopeful eyes always want to see,
what's on the other side.

I could be so happy, but all I do is ache.
For more to keep me happy, for more that's there to take.

'Cause my restless hands always want to touch,
what the old days try to hide.
And my curious head always wants to know,
what's on the other side.

'Cause my curious head always wants to know,
what the old rules try to hide.
And my restless feet always want to go
to the other side.