Chorus
The wayward wind is a restless wind,
A restless wind that yearns to wander.
And he was born the next of kin,
The next of kin to the wayward wind.
In a lonely shack by a railroad track
he spent his younger days,
And I guess the sound of the outward bound
Made him a slave to his wand'ring ways.
chorus
verse 2
I met him there in a border town, he vowed we'd never part.
Though he tried his best to settle down
I'm now alone with a broken heart.
chorus