I think I might be running.
In fact, I know I’m running.
Far and wide I’m running,
But not away from you.

It’s just the world is calling.
The forest floor is calling.
The mountaintop is calling.
They’re promising a view.

So off I’ll go a’wandering.
From here I’ll go a’wandering.
To there I’ll go a’wandering.
How much I hope to see.

And when I come returning,
With bruises blue returning,
Brimmed with tales returning,
Please try to forgive me.