| I took off for a weekend last month |
| Just to try and recall the whole year. |
| All of the faces and all of the places, |
| wonderin' where they all disappeared. |
| I didn’t ponder the question too long; |
| I was hungry and went out for a bite. |
| Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum, |
| and we wound up drinkin' all night. |
| It’s those changes in latitudes, |
| changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same. |
| With all of our running and all of our cunning, |
| If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane. |
| These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes, |
| Nothing remains quite the same. |
| Through all of the islands and all of the highlands, |
| If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane |
| Reading departure signs in some big airport |
| Reminds me of the places I’ve been. |
| Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure |
| Makes me want to go back again. |
| If it suddenly ended tomorrow, |
| I could somehow adjust to the fall. |
| Good times and riches and son of a bitches, |
| I’ve seen more than I can recall |
| I think about Paris when I’m high on red wine, |
| I wish I could jump on a plane. |
| And so many nights I just dream of the ocean. |
| God, I wish I was sailin' again. |
| Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder, |
| So I can’t look back for too long. |
| There’s just too much to see waiting in front of me, |
| and I know that I just can’t go wrong |
| with these… |