That quiet contentment of knowing you're going somewhere,
Sitting, waiting, watching, wondering.
Traveling fulfills that rambling desire
Needing to leave and wanting to go
Just to be somewhere else and away
Free.
Others sit idle counting the minutes
I sit happy counting the miles
Going, Going, Going,
The In-between – the Non-places
Thats home to me
Wanderlust – traveling free
Going to where you're supposed to be.
Strange faces in new places
This is home to me.
Miles away with a bag on my back,
Anything to wander free
Far from the mundane every day
The waiting, the journey, the getting there,
Its what makes it worth it to me.