The plane drops through the cloud bank,
“Fasten seats belts” says the sign
My face pressed to the window
I strain my eyes to find
The rivers, hills and landmarks
That my map says should be there,
I’m landing in a brand new country
And heading off who knows where

(Chorus)
Oh, Wanderlust, you’ve served me well,
I really can’t complain
Getting paid to travel round the world,
That’s always been my game

My first few schemes ended in defeat,
But then my good luck soared,
Bringing Snickers® to Siberia
And taking rock from Norwegian fjords

I fixed a factory in Romania
And learned to drive real slow
‘Cause around most bends there’s a
Horse-drawn gypsy caravan in the road

I’ve crossed the Silk Road in Uzbekistan
And heard hammers and saws all day
As the Faithful rebuild the mosques and madrassas
That the Communists tried to wipe away

I’ve seen Grand Canyon sunrise
And Mt. Rainer in the evening light
I’ve hauled myself up the slippery slopes of Croagh Patrick
‘Cause the West Coast of Ireland’s a magic sight

I’ve toured the oilfields of Siberia at 42 below
And felt the sun burn down in Egypt
Watching the Nile’s majestic flow

But I’m just getting started
There’s so much more to see
The Wildebeest migration
Machu Picchu at sunrise
The mystical peaks of Yunnan
The Galapagos wildlife
With luck I’ll find a client
Some expenses to defray
But either way I’m going, I just can’t stay away

─ viola instrumental ─

(chorus)