There is no resting place for the restless wanderer,
He searches but can not find,
The peace that his is looking for,
Of heart and soul and mind.
A dream dwells within his heart,
A vision always in his eyes,
And even though he always searches,
His dreams are unrealized.
Day by day he goes on believing,
Night by night his tears fall to the ground.
Not for his treasure yet undiscovered,
But for all the things that he has found.
Haunting dreams and calling roads,
The horizon beckons still,
And even though every step breaks his heart,
He is searching still.
There is no peace for the restless wanderer,
He will search forever more,
Until he finds his dream at last,
Until he finds what he’s searching for.