The Rope That Pulls The Wind

Maybe I was born to be a rambling man
Maybe I was born to lose at love
To walk alone and never find the one
That I was dreaming of
The rope that pulls the wind is tangled round my heart
Seems my emotions are falling apart
Anyway the wind blows that’s where I’ll be
The rope that pulls the wind’s got a hold on me
Maybe I was born to be a rolling stone
Seems I’m always movin' on
Before sunrise I’ll pack my swag
By first light I’ll be gone
When I feel my sorrow catchin' up to me
When those old memories track me down
It won’t take long
And I’ll hear the call of the highway leading out of town