Ain't it like the wind to never want to stay;
Something finally touches down
And all at once a gust comes and takes it away.

That old wind is here- then it's gone.
That old wind is hell-bent on moving on.


So, let's just say She knows how to go away;
How to keep from standing still
Just like a river, fast cars, birds and trains.

Let's just say She's sailing as we speak.
Let's just say She's fading by degrees.


Showing tell-tale signs that She's alive,
Everybody is leaving something sometime.
Always leaving or being left behind,

We're infamous.
We're the Ramblin Kind.


Some would say I roam because I'm made of stone
But they don't know what I know--
I know once you're in my heart, there's no getting out.

Some would say I'm planted in the ground.
Some would say I'm impossible to pin down.


Showing tell-tale signs that I'm alive,
Everybody is leaving something sometime.
Always leaving or being left behind,

We're infamous.
We're the Ramblin Kind.


It's a lonely road I'm speaking of and
These are lonely lyrics rolling off of my tongue.
But there's a tell-tale truth in between the lines:

Everybody is leaving something sometime.

Always leaving or being left behind,

We're infamous.
We're the Ramblin Kind.