wow!

[captain_phil]

I'm listening to some Gordon Lightfoot today and all I can say about this song is DAMN!!!


Theres a kind of a restless feeling and it pulls me from within

It sets my senses reeling and my wheels begin to spin

In the quietude of winter you can hear the wild geese cry

And I will always love that sound until the day I die

Theres a plain and a simple answer to each and every quest

From every quiet dance who might be a special guest

In a movie made for tv or a late night interview

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 thats ironcast



The lake is blue, the sky is gray, the leaves have turned to gold

The wild goose will be on her way, the weathers much too cold

When the muskie and the old trout too have all gone down to rest

We will be returning to the things that we love best



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 thats ironclad



Theres 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 spectre from the past

Of a cold diesel rollin down a road thats 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 thats overcast