There's a (A) kind of a restless feeling and it (G) pulls me from within
It (A) sets my senses reeling and my (G) wheels begin to (A) spin
In the (D) quietude of winter you can (C) hear the wild geese cry
And (A) I will always love that sound un(G)til the day I (Em) die

There's a (A) plain and a simple answer to (G) each and every quest
From (A) every quiet dancer who might (G) be a special (A) guest
In a (D) movie made for TV or a (C) late night interview
(A) You might even find them on the (G) Young and the Restless (A) too

Do you get that restless feeling when you (D) hear a whistle blast
Like an (Am) echo from the past
Of an (A) old engine (A/G) flying down a (D/F#) road that's (G) iron (A) cast

(A7+)  (A7)  (G#7+/A)  (G#7/A)  (G7+/A)  (Dm6+/A)  (Dm6/A)  (Asus4)  (A)  (G)  (A)

The lake is blue, the sky is gray and the leaves have turned to gold
The wild goose will be on her way, the weather's much too cold
When the muskie and the old trout too have all gone down to rest
We will be returning to the things that we do best

Do you get that restless yearning when you think about your dad
And the scrimshaw that he had
Of an old schooner roving 'neath a sky that's ironclad

There's a kind of a restless feeling and it catches you off guard
As we gaze off in the distance through the trees in my back yard
I can feel the restless yearning of those geese as off they roam
Then trade that for a warm bed and a place I can call home

Will you get that restless yearning when you hear the wicked blast
Of a spectre from the past
Of a cold diesel rolling down a road that's built to last
Still I get that restless feeling when I hear a whistle blast
See an image from the past
Of an old schooner flying down a sky that's overcast