The Restless Kind

Thoughts of home as evening sets
Bring no sorrows or regrets
I've let the ghosts of childhood fly
Forgot the names I knew them by
With open arms they’ve set me free
To live the life that’s meant for me

Some have roots for staying put
Some need gravel underfoot
The road ahead, the past behind
I was born the restless kind
Born, I was born the restless kind

I’ve scraped the rust out of my tools
Counted wealth in pigs and mules
My boots were caked with shit and soil
And then made black with factory oil
I dreamed of ships and broken chains
And felt sweet motion in my veins

Some have roots for staying put
Some need gravel underfoot
The road ahead, the past behind
I was born the restless kind
Born, I was born the restless kind

You might say I’ll settle down
When I’m six feet in the ground
But I would have my ashes blown
To some place where I’m unknown
With open arms just set me free
And I will drift eternally

Some have roots for staying put
Some need gravel underfoot
The road ahead, the past behind
I was born the restless kind
Born, I was born the restless kind



Written by Craig Bickhardt
2011 Stone Barn Music ASCAP