Wanderlust Revisited
We'll drive until the gas is gone
Then walk until our feet our torn
Crawl until we feed the soil
Film the whole thing.
It's all business in the left hand lane
Drive there and then drive back again
Escape can't be the only way
To escape
The hardest thing I've hadto adjust to in the last four months has been my general inability to go. I'm constrained (mostly monetarily) fromtaking the trips that used to be my chances at renewal.
It's a little frustrating.
So I've gotten used to coffee sweats
Still getting used to road regrets
Hell I took you up on all your threats
To leave.
It's a shame... It's a crying shame.
Them's the breaks.
And ain't it always the way
That takes you back to from where it is you came.
Mostly what this means is that the usual January bout with cabin fever is particularly acute. I'm going a little stir crazy.
Robby likes his country tune
It's never been the lens that I see through
But I guess driving for a week or two
Puts words in your mouth.
So find Dodge and then get out of it
It's about as country as I can get
See you ain't living till you're living it
You’re not dead till you die
It's not all bad. In fact, having some time off has been refreshing in its own way. For now, that has to take the place of getting out of town -- and when I no longer have that time off, I'll be able to leave again. Really, it's an okay balance.
And yet ... Argh. So many things I'd like to see, so many places to go. And so few ways to go about it at the moment. Which is maybe why this song just gets lodged in my head.
But watch out for the paraphrase
Cause they will crown you then they will take your legs
See the cost is more than what you get paid
But do it anyway.
It's a shame... It's a crying shame.
Them's the breaks.
And ain't it always the way
That takes you back to from where it is you came.
("Road Regrets" by Dan Mangan)
Then walk until our feet our torn
Crawl until we feed the soil
Film the whole thing.
It's all business in the left hand lane
Drive there and then drive back again
Escape can't be the only way
To escape
The hardest thing I've hadto adjust to in the last four months has been my general inability to go. I'm constrained (mostly monetarily) fromtaking the trips that used to be my chances at renewal.
It's a little frustrating.
So I've gotten used to coffee sweats
Still getting used to road regrets
Hell I took you up on all your threats
To leave.
It's a shame... It's a crying shame.
Them's the breaks.
And ain't it always the way
That takes you back to from where it is you came.
Mostly what this means is that the usual January bout with cabin fever is particularly acute. I'm going a little stir crazy.
Robby likes his country tune
It's never been the lens that I see through
But I guess driving for a week or two
Puts words in your mouth.
So find Dodge and then get out of it
It's about as country as I can get
See you ain't living till you're living it
You’re not dead till you die
It's not all bad. In fact, having some time off has been refreshing in its own way. For now, that has to take the place of getting out of town -- and when I no longer have that time off, I'll be able to leave again. Really, it's an okay balance.
And yet ... Argh. So many things I'd like to see, so many places to go. And so few ways to go about it at the moment. Which is maybe why this song just gets lodged in my head.
But watch out for the paraphrase
Cause they will crown you then they will take your legs
See the cost is more than what you get paid
But do it anyway.
It's a shame... It's a crying shame.
Them's the breaks.
And ain't it always the way
That takes you back to from where it is you came.
("Road Regrets" by Dan Mangan)
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