The Clientele
Your Song
I heard your song
And so I long
To pack my things
To spread my wings

To see the world
Its tale unfurled
To know its code
To take its road

I've got a mind to sail
To forge a mythic trail

I'm feeling spry
And so I cry
To move my feet
Throw back the sheets

Come rain or shine
I'll toe the line
I'll follow through
I'll follow you

I've got a mind to sail
To forge a mythic trail