Queen Of The Wild

Whistle blows its platform tune, Time to say goodbye
to the boy with the longing in his eyes
far to young to understand to know the reasons why
she has eyes for her wanderlust with him she must fly

Queen of the broken hearts
Queen of those who roam
Queen of the Wild and free
doomed to ride alone

Speakers cry departure times like a thousand times before
More than fifty countries, she hungers still for more
Fair thee well to a gentle soul, he was sweet and kind
But her thrist for roving wins again, leaves another man behind

Queen of the broken hearts
Queen of those who roam
Queen of the Wild and free
doomed to fly alone

What will she do when age becomes her jailer
will she witherr like a captive wild bird
is there someone to sooth her with his words

Open seas now call to her, places to explore
Happy people smile and wave to those upon the shore
see the sadness on his face, they’ll never meet again
she turns towards the setting sun, her new lover now the wind

Queen of the broken hearts
Queen of those who roam
Queen of the Wild and free
doomed to fly alone

Queen of the broken hearts
Queen of those who roam
Queen of the Wild and free