When that howling wind, Comes to carry you again
Just like your next of kin, You must go
To a far away place, Where you don't recognize one face
Don't unpack your old suitcase, Cause you must go
You must go and you must ramble
Through every brier and bramble
Till your life is in a shambles
Maybe then you will know
You were born to blunder
Born to wander, born to wonder
Even when you're six feet under
There's place, that you must go
Second Verse (same chords as the first)