I'm a restless man I am never Still I'm always spurred on By some perverse Will The grass is never Green No peace here To find Some demon Of motion's At work within my Mind No bed is too soft That I won't Abandon Its sweet calm And comfort For a softer One I'm a restless man I am never Still I'm always spurred on By some perverse will.
"Some Perverse Will" dates from about 1980, and how much of it is reflective of my mind in that year, I can't say, as I no longer identify with its sentiments to any degree; but I may have been at least partially straining for effect.