Restless

I want to get up and go wherever the wild winds of the world will take me.
My legs are itching. I'm rearing to go. I just want to get out of this place.
Pack my bags, but say hello, to everyone I meet on the way.
Sleep under the stars. A few drinks in a few bars. Eyes lost on the wayward sky.
Sunset. Sunrise. Clouds are turning. Stars die.
I'll dance in the rain as I walk down the street. A smile wide across my face.
Wait on a bench that faces the sea. What could call it a disgrace?
See the mellow man on the street with not a penny to his name.
He's an average stranger. I see them every day.
A homeless Power Ranger. The world makes me laugh that way.
I'm restless. Walk along again. A night in the woods. I breathe again.
The chatter of night. A big ole bite. Food in my face. I eat like it's a race.
Up in a tree. Watch the people go by. Their lives in their hands. Hear the school's marching band.
Life's sad, but it's not. It flows, but it can't. Bumpy are the roads, but they still exist.
Pick up your bags and follow one down. Where'd you end up? What town?