Travel Blues

I've been having a major case of the travel blues. It makes me so mad to see other people get to travel whenever they want when I'm stuck here. I would have never thought that at the age of 30, with a career and no debt that I wouldn't be able to travel. At all. But alas it is so.

I want Frank Sinatra to come whisk me away. To Bombay, Peru and Acapulco Bay. To somewhere far, far away. Take me away Frank!

Come fly with me

let's fly, let's fly away

if you can use 

some exotic booze

there's a bar in far Bombay

Come fly with me

let's fly, let's fly away

Come fly with me

let's float down to Peru

In Llamaland there's a one man band

and he'll toot his flute for you

Come fly with me

let's take off in the blue

Once I get you up there

where the air is clarified

we'll just fly, 

starry-eyed

Once I get you up there

I'll be holding you so near

you may hear

angels cheer, 'cause we're together

Weather-wise it's such a lovely day

just say the words

and we'll beat the birds

down to Acapulco Bay

It's perfect for a flying honeymoon

 they say

Come fly with me

let's fly, let's fly away

Once I get you up there

where the air is rarified

we'll just fly, starry-eyed

Once I get you up there

I'll be holding you so near

you may hear

angels cheer, 'cause we're together

Weather-wise it's such a lovely day

you just say the words

and we'll beat the birds

down to Acapulco Bay

It's perfect for a flying honeymoon

 they say

Come fly with me

let's fly, let's fly away