i believe i was born with the wanderlust made from the curiosity to see the whole world ever since ive been old enough to get around i been on the move never one to settle down i got it bad its a bad disease traveller just in case i need to pick up and leave some might say im good at runnin away its the way i was raised its how i know i am free and the song lines travel on for years im from a long line of radical ideas travellers and traders musicians and sailors who moved through the ages to get me here and theres something out there that im tryna find i left it behind when the moment arrived i rewind and remember engraved in my memory the memory of all of it its called life you buy him a ride he knows you knows ya somebody s bound to lead you sooner or later you re bound to go sooner or later you re bound to go now youre drunk with the geezers singin on the metro lookin for a coffee in the grey lit dawn hangin on a barstool on a napkin drinkin in paris its a beautiful mornin head full of cheap beer ex pat belligerents navigating traffic in the shanghai taxi two day train trip eyes on the landscape vast mongolian hills roll past you you learned a lot of swear words ate a lot of weird food made a lot of friends considered close crew slept in hostels dealt with some hostiles and climbed the himalayas to appreciate the view now somewhere out there you are still travelling standing on a corner singing songs at the moon clear headed crazy night like a diamond happy in your skin trying to take it all in  you buy him a ride he knows you knows ya somebody s bound to lead you sooner or later you re bound to go sooner or later you re bound to go you don t know what this man feels like and he doesn t care doesnt care if you think you know somebody s bound to lead you if that man got a smile on his face bound to go cradlin the heartbeat blood pump patchwork soaked up bittersweet mixed up epiphanies still away from everything you came from headphones on now you see the world differently far from degenerate waiting in an airport empty back pocket with the stamps in your passport and you a soldier or soul so well worn would you even recognise who you were before transformed by all these strange events tears in your eyes and you feel so blessed when the plane touched down your feet touch ground you finally get home you gotta savour that feeling you buy him a ride he knows you knows ya somebody s bound to lead you sooner or later you re bound to go sooner or later you re bound to go you don t know what this man feels like and he doesn t care doesnt care if you think you know somebody s bound to lead you if that man got a smile on his face bound to go