Russell G. Robison

ANTSY

Been getting that old feeling,
That comes by now and then
It says that I should pack my gear
And move on once again

To get back on the road once more
And leave this place I live
It’s much too full of push and shove
And not much on forgive

Far too many people
Who are blocking all the view
Maybe it’s the runner
Whose inside of you know who

I need to put some distance
From the far too maddening crowd
There’s something about this city
That says peace is not allowed

Don’t know where I’ll be headed
Or just where I should be bound
But I know it’s time to journey
To a place where peace is found