In my heart I ache

To find the unknown

To travel the world

To be far from home.

I ache for distant ports

And of pirates and bandits

Of old Calvary forts

And cattle to be branded.

Of artists in Paris

And the Blarney Stone

I want to be careless

And forever roam.

From the streets of L.A.

To a college in Berkley

A tour of Miami

Then fly on to Turkey.

To Sidney in spring

Then on to St. Paul

They say it is best

To see in the fall.

I’d like to do tricks

With a psychic magician

Get poison ivy

Without even itching’

With sword in hand, I could

Slay me a dragon

The follow the Oregon Trail

In an old covered wagon.

I’d have dinner with Lincoln

And smoke on a pipe

Then ask him to tell me

The story of his life.

Then back to the HMS Bounty

To sail the high seas

And write the true story

And make history.

I’d climb the Great Wall of China

And dine in Nepal

I’d make contact with Martians

And sing at Carnegie Hall.

Then I’d take a vacation

They say Tahiti’s the best

And I’d plan out the future

To see all the rest.

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