Something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on your mind
  Road maps in a well cracked ceiling the signs aren't hard to find
  Now I'm not saying that you've been mistreated
  No one's hurt you - nothing's wrong
  A moment's rest was all you needed
  So pack your things and kindly move along
  
  Like dust in the wind you're gone forever
  You're wind-blown leaves you're a change in the weather
  
  Just a town like any other a second brand new start
  A third or fourth hand wife or lover no, you won't break her heart
  Take some bacon go on and leave your watch chain
  She won't count on nothing more
  Wrap your hands around that small change
  and tiptoe barefoot out the door
  
  Yes, something's wrong that restless feeling's been preying on my mind
  When things get bad I'm bound to pack my bags and just
  Leave them all behind