Wanderlust

One Sunday morning I turned my back

Said goodbye to house and home

Stopped busking at London station

Left town for holy Rome

In old Italia I sat with saints

In Greece I played the Parthenon

Kept moving on to lovely Istanbul

Then found my way to old Tehran

In a time that did not matter

On a road called wanderlust

A chance was taken

A past forsaken

In a time of wanderlust

I began my trip riding solo

Then found a honey for my arm

She had an accent quite alluring

And a gift for moving on.

The bus was always ready

I could ride from dusk to dawn

Just surrender to the motion

Let the days roll on and on.

One day in peaceful Kabul

I heard prayers greet morning sun

Shared a chillum of black Afghani

With a freak who’s on the run

From there I hitched up to the border

And rode the bus through Pakistan

And saw what lay before me

The Himalaya so close at hand.

In a time that did not matter

On a road called wanderlust

A chance was taken

A past forsaken

In a time of wanderlust

I stayed a while in Kathmandu

Playing songs for room and board

Then the lust to wander came back to me

Now I’m bound for Bali’s shores.

In a time that wasn’t counted

On a road called wanderlust

A chance was taken

The past forsaken

In a time of wanderlust

©  Armell