(neil young)
In a lonesome shack by the railroad track
I spent my younger days
And i guess the sound of the outward bound
Made me a slave
To my wandering queen
And the wayward wind
Is a restless wind
A restless wind
That yearns to wander
And i was born
Next of kin
The next of kin
To the wayward wind
I met her down in a border town
We swore we'd never part
Though i tried my best to settle down
Now she's all alone
With a broken heart
And the wayward wind
Is a restless wind
A restless wind
That yearns to wander
And i was born
The next of kin
The next of kin
To the wayward wind
And the wayward wind
Is a restless wind
A restless wind
That yearns to wander
And i was born
The next of kin
The next of kin
To the wayward wind
The next of kin
To the wayward, wayward wind