Do you still walk the streets at night?

With the wandlust you fight

Back to the corner where we went our

seperate ways

Well I'd love to photograph your hand

Then shake it for a while

Cause you learn so much about someone

A brother or a swine

The veins that plough beneath your path

With so many tales to tell

A picture out of focus

In a frame where no one cares

Calm the ocean breeze

Quiet the raging sea

This stormy ship we sail

Is a bottle filled with rage

Well we walked upon the railroad

Cause the train no longer ran

Where we caught a glimpse of all we missed

From the stars that filled our eyes

With a dollar in your only coat

And a fireball in your hand

You set your sails for better days

Down in South Australia

Dark though it has been

Your old spirit still shines within

These last thirteen years depraved

Of us anything that's worth sayin'

So raise a cheer to those forgotten years

Back to the corner where wew went our

seperate ways

Now the carnival is goin' home

The ferris wheel is spent

For those rovin' years of endless jeers

Have dried all that was left

Calm the ocean breeze

Quiet the raging sea

This stormy ship we sail

Is a bottle filled with rage

~Flogging Molly (Wanderlust)