Travel Song

Cannot say trip until our bodies rest on a Catskill island shore
Travel out West, our future’s blessed only two weeks at a time

Cause we’re just held together by calendars and sex
Daily papers and a pack of cigarettes

Try to understand she’s a goddess of someplace we just left
Try to understand she’s got problems, son
She’s got problems you can’t stand

Cause we’re just held together by calendars and sex
Daily papers and a pack of cigarettes (on the beach near your heart)