Victim Of Wanderlust - Rupert Hine

Under the African sun

Or by the light of some Asian moon

And it’s just my luck

The American dream came too soon

I drag no anchor

I apprehend myself

I disappear like dust

I am the victim of wanderlust

I fall victim to wanderlust

I fall victim to wanderlust — I fall victim

I can adapt to anything except in a rut

I’ve been stone broke but not poor

And I’ve been all set up

I’d decline my legitimate share

Because it weighed too much

I drag no anchor

I apprehend myself

I disappear like dust

I am the victim of wanderlust

I was born in the dark facing east but sliding west

You liked the storm from the window

While I craved it in the flesh

I’ve been in deep trouble

But I’ve never been to jail

I always knew just enough

To cross the river when the dogs were on my tail

Don’t drive me to my destination

Or the point of no return

I’ve got to see this world alone

If I’m ever going to learn

I drag no anchor

I apprehend myself

I disappear like dust

I am the victim of wanderlust

I was born in the dark…

Drums: michael dawe