I was thinking about my restless heart I was thinking about my restless heart Yeah, I don't know what for I'm not anxious, I'm not bored Not looking for a brand-new start A dream I had, it was the same Sitting on that old westbound train There was a young boy, he was selling snake oil He said, "Here, take this for the pain" I never was one to believe in a quick-fix remedy Oh, but I've got no ace up my sleeve Took that train to the end of the line Through prairies and through the pines There was a circus car and temptations at the bar And implications to disregard I never was one to believe that being wild Was the same as being free Oh, but I guess I've been that naive Thinking back to our front yard Magnolia in the front yard, yeah Spring's coming soon and all its buds will bloom The color of my restless heart The flowers in the garden know Just how they need to grow, they don't get Confused, they don't need no walking shoes To get just where they need to go I never was one to believe that being wild Was the same as being free If I ever had an ace up my sleeve