I just want to take a train,
Just go,
Go to another city and explore it by myself,
With music playing in my ears,
Sit in a cafe,
Sip some tea,
While reading a book,
Take Polaroids of famous landmarks,
Talk with the people who live there,
Learn about what they think of life,
Learn their stories,

I just want to travel,
To an isolated coastal town,
Where the waves crash up against the cliffs,
Where it's always a little rainy and dreary,
And the green is so green with the morning dew,
And the houses are always small and cozy,
And smell like fresh bread and old books,
And it's always perpetually foggy outside,
And I can wear hand-knitted sweaters forever,
And I can read anthologies of old poetry by the fireplace or in the garden,
And it sort of just smells ancient,
And everybody just minds their own business,
And life is peaceful and good,
And every now and again I cycle to the nearest village and go shopping,

This is the life I dream about...