HORRORSHOW - Itchy Feet lyrics

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He woke up, didn't really know how he got there

Wasn't too sure why neither

A believer of sorts

Just not too sure what sort of belief to believe in

So when the sun goes down each evening

He looks to the sky for a reason

Wonders what's behind the horizon

So he packs light and he's off and he's leaving

So he walks on looking for something

But just what it is, well he wasn't too sure

So he walked all day, then he walked all night

Then he walked all year, then he walked some more

Then he... then he stopped

Took a look around to just see where he'd got to

Didn't recognise the spot so he took it all in

Got his things, and he up and moved on

We roam all over the planet looking for answers

Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas

So as this world keeps turning around on it's axis

On we march with itchy feet, there's always somewhere you could be

So he walked all over the land

Over snow and desert sands

Through valleys and mountains, cities and towns

When he got to the ocean he swam

When it was too far, he learnt to fly

Built a set of wings and he took to the sky

So he looked high and low

Tryna find what it's like on the other side

And everywhere that he went he'd ask people questions

Swapped stories and traded perspectives

Each moving in different directions

Paths on the map just intersecting

And though the names and the faces changed

Some things remained the same

And some spoke with words he couldn't understand

But some things you don't need words to say

And then one day, he looks back and sees how far he's come

All the faces he's met on the way since he left

From the place that he started from

All living off the food that they learnt how to grow

And the rules that they learnt to know

So he took everything that he'd learnt from them

And he set off to look for home

Left, right, left, right

Catch me on the next flight

Onward through the dead of night

Searching for a fresh sky

Over land, over sea

Planet never goes to sleep

On we march with itchy feet

There's always somewhere you could be, say

He woke up, still didn't know how he got there

Still wasn't sure why either

A believer of sorts

Believes in the faith that he found in the places he's been in

When the sun goes down each evening

He's dreaming of somewhere scenic

Behind the horizon there's a whole world to see

He won't stop till he's seen it