Barnstormer Songtext
von Rhyan Sinclair

Always runnin′ around these old ghost towns
With nothin' but the wind to carry me
Oh, nothin′ can stop my wheels from turnin'
I'm destined to be wanderin′ free

Barnstormer, barnstormer
A cold-hearted, hardheaded wanderer
Or at least that′s what they say
Every time I'm walking away
Oooooh, ooooooh

My spirit is lined with white fences and pines
These windy roads run through my mind
You might see me as a drifter
But I′m not as lost as you might find


Barnstormer, barnstormer
A cold hearted, hardheaded wanderer
Or at least that's what they say
Every time I′m walking away
Oooooh, ooooooh

I was born with a compass soul
Driven by my motor heart
You'll never see me counting miles
Or just wishing on a star

I′ll be going till I'm gone, till I'm gone, till I′m gone
Oooooooooh, oooooooh

Barnstormer, barnstormer
A cold hearted, hardheaded wanderer

Barnstormer, barnstormer
A cold hearted, hardheaded wanderer
Or at least that′s what they say
Every time I'm walking away
Oooooooh, ooooooh

I′ll be going till I'm gone, till I′m gone, till I'm gone