Restless
Once again, Gord has struck just the right chord. I've loved "Restless" ever since I heard it for the first time, at least I thought I did, but never as much as now. Now I find it going through my head many times. Right now I'm in southern Mexico, headed towards Guatemala, traveling as I have a hundred times to places old and new. I've had the traveling bug since I was able to walk; my mother had to tie me to the backyard clothesline when I was two so that I couldn't wander away over to the next street, up and down the hill, and by the riverbanks where they found me more than once! Like Gord, I have a restless spirit. But I'm also at the age (54, just about when Gord wrote this song), that the pull is in two directions: the "restless yearning of those geese as off they roam" and the desire to be surrounded by family and friends, to "trade that for a warm bed in a place I can call home." Not a huge revelation, just a couple of thoughts...
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