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I Just Let It Take Me - Bob Lind

Star bright gypsy night spring is on your breezes

Young wild Friday's child going where he pleases

Coquettish blooming lilacs float their perfume

Throught the window

Teasing me and tempting me to leave my restless limbo

Some may call it wanderlust some may call it crazy

I don't call it anything I just let it take me

Dark blue slips into closing skies of twilight

Till streets take my feet dancing toward the midnight

It's just the kind of night

That brings a special kind of hunger

Searching for the kind of love you had

When you were younger

Some may call it wanderlust

Some may call it crazy

I don't call it anything I just let it take me

Soft wind rolling in settles down upon me

I'm bound toward the sound of something

Just beyond me

Through the sleeping city with confetti starlight falling

Open eyed and moving toward

The distant voice that's calling

Some may call it wanderlust some may call it crazy

I don't call it anything I just let it take me