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

    Marco Giunco
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