Sanoja: Brian Kennedy. The Wandering Kind.

I thought I?d found it in a lovers
touch at the end of a perfect day
But holding hands and drifting sands
weren?t enough to make me stay
I thought I saw it in anothers eyes
but how can I explain
I saw the sky reflected there
and I was gone again
I?m trying to find a way to tell you how it feels,
the only time that I feel fine is when the world
turns under my wheels.

I hope you don?t mind but I think that it?s time
Gotta leave you behind home?s so hard to find
when you?re the wandering kind

I built a house on top of a hill
you could see for miles around.
My heart was on the horizon,
my feet on solid ground.
So I had to leave this place to look for
somewhere new, when you?re the
wandering kind it?s all that you can do
I?m trying to find a way to tell you how it feels.

I hope you don?t mind but I think that it?s time
Gotta leave you behind home?s so hard to find
Gonna follow the signs, will tomorrow be
mine, when you?re travelling light you
don?t know what you?ll find,
When you?re the wandering kind.

I might be on this road forever caught
between the now or never know
I hope you don?t mind but I think that it?s time
Gotta leave you behind home?s so hard to find
Gonna follow the signs, will tomorrow be
mine, when you?re travelling light you don?t
now what you?ll find, when you?re the
wandering kind, the wandering kind