Tonight it's cold, the kind that cuts through the skin, rattles the bones The plains are black, the wind it howls The windows whistle, out here he's alone
Hours ago they clapped and cheered He drank the shots, spilled the beer They picture him now inside a hotel Living the life he once dreamt about
And it's real, once just a dream Now it's real, now his world
(woah) He was born to wander (woah) To live within the music (woah) And take it to his grave (take it to his grave)
Restless (woah) He'll remain restless (woah) When the ground ain't moving (woah) It's the end of his days
How many miles in how many days and how much was lost to garner a gain? And just when you think you shouldn't complain You think of the faces who detest your ways
But this life was never for them And some may claim to know how it is But out in the thick and thin of it all It's easy to see whose going to fall
And it's real, just so real Now his world
(woah) He was born to wander (woah) To live with in the music (woah) To take it to his grave (take it to his grave)
Restless (woah) He'll remain restless (woah) When the ground ain't moving (woah) It's the end of his days
And through the windshield progress appears in exit signs and neon lights Open the door, he came such a way To play for you now, remember his name
And it's real, remember his name Cause he's real It's his world
(woah) He was born to wander (woah) To live within the music (woah) And take it to his grave (take it to his grave)
Restless (woah) He'll remain restless (woah) When the ground ain't moving (woah) It's the end of his days