Something's wrong, that restless feeling's been
Preyin' on your mind
Road maps in a well-cracked ceiling
The signs aren't hard to find

Now I'm not sayin' 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
Preyin' on my mind
When things get bad
I'm bound to pack my bags and just
Leave them all behind