We took off running in the middle of the night
Hid out in the fields as we watched for the light
The cars on the highway passed by
We dreamed about hitching a ride
Called out to wild ones of the forest and the fen
They answered in a we could not comprehend
A song with no beginning or end
And we danced to the waltz of the wayward wind
The wayward wind is a restless wind
It's a wind that yearns to wander
The song of the rounders and the ramblin' men
Is the waltz of the wayward wind
You made your haste at the thawing of the snow
I never had the money or the guts to go
Just a bullet and a bottle of wine
Six o'clock on Friday might find me half blind
I'll give the bartender a buck for the band
Tell him any old whiskey will do
Take the nearest man standing by the hand
And we dance to the waltz of the wayward wind
The wayward wind is a restless wind
It's a wind that yearns to wander
The song of the rounders and the ramblin' men
Is the waltz of the wayward wind
Have you ever had a letter you wanted to write
Thinking about it kept you up through the night
Once you calmed your trembling hand
The words won't come out as you had planned
It's bound to be a hard road no matter what you haul
For the leaving and the ones left behind
The dreamers who don't know quite where to begin
Singing along to the waltz of the wayward wind
The wayward wind is a restless wind
It's a wind that yearns to wander
The song of the rounders and the ramblin' men
Is the waltz of the wayward wind