Lyrics
Restless in my shoes since Tuesday, Every window shows me roads. Eleven boxes, one old guitar, And a van that's ready to go. Feel it humming in my bones, Can't stand still, can't sit alone. Pack the van, pick the road, Leave the doubt where it was stowed. I don't know where this goes, But I'll know it when it shows. Pack the van, pick the road, Light the engine, lose the load. Every mile's a door swung wide, Take me out and take me in your stride. Mum is waving from the doorstep, Holding up a flask of tea. The dog is howling at the bumper, And the sunrise breaks for me. Feel it humming in my chest, Restless was my way to rest. Pack the van, pick the road, Leave the doubt where it was stowed. I don't know where this goes, But I'll know it when it shows. Pack the van, pick the road, Light the engine, lose the load. Every mile's a door swung wide, Take me out and take me in your stride. And if I stall, I'll start again, Over the hills and past the rain. Home is a place I carry round, Wherever I stop, I've found. Pack the van, pick the road, Leave the doubt where it was stowed. I don't know where this goes, But I'll know it when it shows. Pack the van, pick the road, Light the engine, lose the load. Every mile's a door swung wide, Take me out and take me in your stride. Pack the van, pick the road, Wherever it goes, I'll go.