Roam from Minor Thing by Miss Leading

Legs twitch, feet itch
The unknown allures me
Adventure implores me
Come homes she calls me
Come home
She calls
So I roam
Oh yes I roam


My ancestors' whisper
Memories, like a phantom hand
That pulls me,
The first foot on sand
After months over water
New lands
Bring new life
Without warning
I wake rife
With Anxiety
An impulse to take flight
Because the universe is limitless
But life is finite

Feeling stiffness in my bones
In time they’ll turn to stone
They want to dance
They beg to roam

This whole world I could comb
And never find what you call home
So I’ll roam

From the
Unreason of its seasons
I know this town too well
Each corner, and close
It's and ebbs and swells
There are
Too many cities, too many countries, too many planets
And I’ve seen
Too many people, too many problems, too many fights
This city gifts too many lonely days
Not enough forgotten nights

Feeling a stiffness in my bones
In time they’ll turn to stone
They want to dance
They beg to roam

This whole world I could comb
And never find what you call home
So I’ll roam

Keep those you love at a length
Make love with strangers instead
Let souls addictions lead you blind
Forget your head
Forget it all, your mother's kiss, the last thing she said
The best adventures aren't linear led
Forget the house, the car, that steady job
Those stories, of family and home
Noone ever read
So we roam

Legs twitch, feet itch
The unknown allures me
Adventure implores me
Come homes she calls me
Come home
She calls
So I roam
Oh yes I roam

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