James Taylor Something's Wrong
James Taylor Something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on your mind Road maps in a well cracked ceiling the signs aren't hard to find Now I'm not saying that you've been mistreated No one's hurt you - nothing's wrong A moment's rest was all you needed So pack your things and kindly move along Like dust in the wind you're gone forever You're wind-blown leaves you're a change in the weather Just a town like any other a second brand new start A third or fourth hand wife or lover no, you won't break her heart Take some bacon go on and leave your watch chain She won't count on nothing more Wrap your hands around that small change and tiptoe barefoot out the door Yes, something's wrong that restless feeling's been preying on my mind When things get bad I'm bound to pack my bags and just Leave them all behind
