(Verse 1) Been wearing the same damn clothes for three nights straight Lincoln, Nebraska got me drifting out of place Men like you always got a story to narrate But when the road gets quiet, baby, will you stay? You say you got my name inked underneath your chest Hold the door, pull my chair, let the trouble in You talk to God in that familiar way I do, Like you’ve read the hidden pages I keep hidden too (Pre-Chorus) Maybe we’re just two fugitives From everything we used to know You got that Lana Del Rey kind of melancholy soul And I got nowhere else to go And we got nothing left to lose So… (Chorus) Not everybody wandering is lost Sometimes we just follow where the feeling goes runaway child runaway child Not everybody wandering is lost Maybe we’re just intoxicated by the unknown You call it wandering I call it wanting You call it nowhere I call it home It’s just wanderlust Wild wanderlust (Verse 2) The thing about the road is it gives you time to think Old seasons resurrect when you’re pouring out your drink Every “no” I ever gave you had a “maybe” in between I was scared to say I wanted you So I let the music speak You say you got my song tattooed across your wrist Like some permanent confession I could never take back again You talk to strangers with the same strange tenderness And I swear you know the secrets I don’t know how to express (Pre-Chorus) Midnight, motel, Chinese noodles in a paper bowl My vintage Game Boy glowing while the highway takes us home You laugh and say we’re wasting time But baby, time was never ours We’re just two beautiful mistakes Collecting little stars (Chorus) Not everybody wandering is lost Sometimes we just follow where the feeling goes runaway child runaway child Not everybody wandering is lost Maybe we’re just intoxicated by the unknown You call it wandering I call it wanting You call it nowhere I call it home It’s just wanderlust Wild wanderlust (Bridge) Look at me Look at you Look at what you made me do Maybe we’re reckless Maybe we’re blessed Maybe the difference Is only perspective It’s ok to fucked up in life sometimes Cause wild heart can’t be tamed It’s broken but can’t be oppressed (Chorus) Not everybody wandering is lost Sometimes we just follow where the feeling goes runaway child runaway child Not everybody wandering is lost Maybe we’re just intoxicated by the unknown You call it wandering I call it wanting You call it nowhere I call it home It’s just wanderlust Wild wanderlust
