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.