I have seen pictures of beautiful places,
They are just a taste.
Reminding me of how little I've done.
Is my life a waste?
I want to see the geysers,
In Yellowstone National Park.
And walk along the Eastern Shore,
With you after it gets dark.
And I know there is a snowboard,
That somewhere bears my name,
And I have always wanted to go,
To an NFL football game.
I hear that Ireland is beautiful,
What a sight to see.
And I know there is a rustic place.
Where I can write poetry.
I would like to go see Mardi Gras,
And maybe earn a bead or two.
Listen to a great acoustic band,
And sing a line or two.
Hop aboard an airplane
Grab the window seat.
Just drive to a distant city,
To see just who I'd meet.
Swim naked in the ocean,
Surf my way back in.
Make love really crazily,
And then do it again.
Fall in love with the right one,
Find a true soul-mate,
I wish I could do it all right now,
I don't want to wait.
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 9:29 PM UTC
I have seen pictures of beautiful places,
They are just a taste.
Reminding me of how little I've done.
Is my life a waste?
I want to see the geysers,
In Yellowstone National Park.
And walk along the Eastern Shore,
With you after it gets dark.
And I know there is a snowboard,
That somewhere bears my name,
And I have always wanted to go,
To an NFL football game.
I hear that Ireland is beautiful,
What a sight to see.
And I know there is a rustic place.
Where I can write poetry.
I would like to go see Mardi Gras,
And maybe earn a bead or two.
Listen to a great acoustic band,
And sing a line or two.
Hop aboard an airplane
Grab the window seat.
Just drive to a distant city,
To see just who I'd meet.
Swim naked in the ocean,
Surf my way back in.
Make love really crazily,
And then do it again.
Fall in love with the right one,
Find a true soul-mate,
I wish I could do it all right now,
I don't want to wait.
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