I was thinking about my restless heart
I was thinking about my restless heart
Yeah, I don't know what for
I'm not anxious, I'm not bored
Not looking for a brand-new start
A dream I had, it was the same
Sitting on that old westbound train
There was a young boy, he was selling snake oil
He said, "Here, take this for the pain"
I never was one to believe in a quick-fix remedy
Oh, but I've got no ace up my sleeve
Took that train to the end of the line
Through prairies and through the pines
There was a circus car and temptations at the bar
And implications to disregard
I never was one to believe that being wild
Was the same as being free
Oh, but I guess I've been that naive
Thinking back to our front yard
Magnolia in the front yard, yeah
Spring's coming soon and all its buds will bloom
The color of my restless heart
The flowers in the garden know
Just how they need to grow, they don't get
Confused, they don't need no walking shoes
To get just where they need to go
I never was one to believe that being wild
Was the same as being free
If I ever had an ace up my sleeve