Sometimes I feel. The need to move on. So I pack a bag. And move on. Move on. Well I might take a train. Or sail at dawn. Might take a girl. When I move on. When I move on. Somewhere someone's calling me. When the chips are down. I'm just a travelling man. Maybe it's just a trick of the mind but. Somewhere there's a morning sky. Bluer than her eyes. Somewhere there's an ocean. Innocent and wild. Africa is sleepy people. Russia has its horsemen. Spent some nights in old Kyoto. Sleeping on the matted ground. Cyprus is my island. When the going's rough. I would love to find you. Somewhere in a place like that. Somewhere someone's calling me. When the chips are down. I stumble like a blind man. Can't forget you. Can't forget you. Feeling like a shadow. Drifting like a leaf. I stumble like a blind man. Can't forget you. Can't forget you. Can't forget you