In the lonely shack by the railroad track. I spent my younger days. And I guess the sound of the outward bound. Made me a slave to my wanderin' ways.. And the wayward wind is a restless wind. A restless wind that yearns to wander. And I was born the next of kin. The next of kin to the wayward wind.. Oh I met him down in the border town. He vowed we'd never part. Though he tried his best to settle down. Now I'm all alone with a broken heart.. And the wayward wind is a restless wind. A restless wind that yearns to wander. And I was born the next of kin. The next of kin to the wayward wind.. And the wayward wind is a restless wind. A restless wind that yearns to wander. And I was born the next of kin. The next of kin to the wayward wind.. The next of kin to the wayward wind..