Maybe you can tell me why I'm prone to wander
i'm like a gypsy to the bone
every time i hear the rain amid the thunder
i want to run outside and shed my clothes
but i want to stay with you
long enough to love you right
and i want to say to you
i love the patience in your eyes
here i am standing in a circle of quiet
where a truce is tacitly observed
standing in a circle of quiet
waiting for the world to turn
waiting for the world to turn
waiting for the world to turn
and a hundred days and nights could find me scattered
all around the world without a name
but you're more than just a feather in my hat
more than just a fetter on my frame
when i look up in the sky at night
i want to go chase the stars
but like the catcher in the rye
i want to stay where you are
there is no shadow of turning with thee
there is no shadow of turning
