There's a kind of a restless
feeling and it pulls me from within
It sets my senses reeling and
In the quietude of winter you can
And I will always love that sound
There's a plain and a simple answer
From every quiet dance who
In a movie made for TV or a late
You might even find them on the
Young and the Restless too
Do ya get that restless feelin'
when you hear a whistle blast
Like an echo from the past
Of an old engine flyin' down a road that's
The lake is blue, the sky is gray,
the leaves have turned to gold
The wild goose will be on her way,
the weather's much too cold
When the muskie and the old trout
too have all gone down to rest
We will be returning to the thing
Do ya get that restless yearning
when you think about your dad
And the scrimshaw that he had
Of an old schooner rovin' 'neath a sky that's
There's a kind of a restless feeling
and it catches you off guard
As we gaze off at the distance through
the trees in my back yard
I can feel that restless yearning of
those geese as off they roam
Then trade that for a warm bed
and a place I can call home
Will ya get that restless yearning
when you hear the wicked blast
Of a specter from the past
Of a cold diesel rollin' down
a road that's built to last
Still I get that restless feelin'
when I hear a whistle blast
See an image from the past
Of an old schooner flyin' down a sky
