Your Song - The Clientele

I heard your song

And so I long

To pack my things

To spread my wings

To see the world

Its tale unfurled

To know its code

To take its road

I’ve got a mind to sail

To forge a mythic trail

I’m feeling spry

And so I cry

To move my feet

Throw back the sheets

Come rain or shine

I’ll toe the line

I’ll follow through

I’ll follow you

I’ve got a mind to sail

To forge a mythic trail