The Wayward Wind — Neil Young

In the lonely 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 wanderin ways.

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.

Oh, I met him down in the border town

He vowed wed never part

Though he tried his best to settle down

Now Im 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 wind.