Why do I feel so trapped

In what comforts I sought?

Why am I unpleased

With the stuff that I bought?

 

And what is the point

Of my striving and toil

If I never know the sound

Of my feet against soil?

 

That itch in my heart

I wish I could say

Could be scratched by someone

Who would like me to stay.

 

But that itch in my heart

Will always remain

‘Til I get myself moving

And run far away.

 

I was taught to obey

And listen real good

I was taught to behave

And act like I should

 

So I listened real close

To that voice deep inside

If you ain’t gonna live

Then you already died.

 

That itch in my heart

And I truly believe

Is something I’ve kept

Well worn on my sleeve

 

‘Cuz that itch in my heart

Will always be there

‘Til I get myself moving

And flee from these cares.