Maybe you can tell me why I'm prone to wander
  i'm like a gypsy to the bone
  every time i hear the rain amid the thunder
  i want to run outside and shed my clothes
  but i want to stay with you
  long enough to love you right
  and i want to say to you
  i love the patience in your eyes
  here i am standing in a circle of quiet
  where a truce is tacitly observed
  standing in a circle of quiet
  waiting for the world to turn
  waiting for the world to turn
  waiting for the world to turn
  and a hundred days and nights could find me scattered
  all around the world without a name
  but you're more than just a feather in my hat
  more than just a fetter on my frame
  when i look up in the sky at night
  i want to go chase the stars
  but like the catcher in the rye
  i want to stay where you are
  there is no shadow of turning with thee
  there is no shadow of turning