Left, right, left, right
Catch me on the next flight
Onward through the dead of night
Searching for a fresh sky
Over land, over sea
Planet never goes to sleep
On we march with itchy feet
There's always somewhere you could be, say
He woke up, still didn't know how he got there
Still wasn't sure why either
A believer of sorts
Believes in the faith that he found in the places he's been in
When the sun goes down each evening
He's dreaming of somewhere scenic
Behind the horizon there's a whole world to see
He won't stop till he's seen itHorrorshow, Itchy Feet
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horse: *Chunga-Stock
background: *AlaskaStock [link]
everything else by ~auredd
