Life's A Beach.
If I could runaway someplace, I'd know exactly where to go. But where my life would take me, I honestly wouldn't know. I wouldn't need a house of brick, My house could be made of sand.
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If I could runaway someplace, I'd know exactly where to go. But where my life would take me, I honestly wouldn't know. I wouldn't need a house of brick, My house could be made of sand.
Pack my bags again, To sail away, This place is boring now, And I don't need to stay, The city's lost it's sparkle, The sea has lost it's shine, Packing up my things again, This house was never...
From town to town And heart to heart From tip to toe And end from start I lay my hat On many a hook No home as such Any cranny or nook Rise with the sun Fall with the moon No baggage carried My own...
*sorry, couldn't resist using that as a title* Tomorrow I'll be flying out Jetting off to far flung lands Relaxing with some fancy cocktail On warm golden sands I'll be constantly in the...
No matter all the sights I've seen, No matter all the sun, No matter all the summer smiles, No matter all the fun...
You want to travel the world, You say I should come too, But I've got a mortgage, I grew up too soon. You say I haven't missed my chance, Come to a far away beach and dance.
(Not sure if I'm a bit late to join the challenge, but this idea came to me suddenly so I decided I'd give it a try, this and the next ones in the challenge if possible.
I want to braid flowers into my hair, And leave everything behind.
I want to travel some where far. A place of my own with no one else. I dream of escaping this messed up world. And finding myself the real true me. Who knows what I'll find hidden far away.
Annie loved to travel. Shame she was too scared To step out Her front door. So she read All the books on Travel writing she could Find. Well, the places she visited With the turn of a page.
Do you ever feel like you need to take a walk. A walk that never ends and lots of time to think, but your legs never hurt and your feet never ake.
Walking to nowhere, Come on, follow me, Traipse through the streets, Who knows what we'll see. My head's in the clouds, My thoughts all around, Walking to nowhere, Hey, look what I've found.
Sunshine on dirt roads Long shadows cast a glow The night trickles in with a breeze Calming, sends you at ease Night time traffic the world roars by But your safe my lullaby Waves crash majestic...
I wonder all the time I'm awake. When and where I'll ever get that break. To travel freely to where no man has been. To look in wonderment at what's never seen. I ll sit alone on a rock somewhere.
Stumble over fallen sheets, pounding in my head. Glimpse across the room, this is'nt my bed. Tried to escape for twenty four hours. Unpacked case, new place and hotel showers.
Life is my passion, I don't take it in ration, I live to love and explore, Even just wandering across the moor, I know that my life has already been full, From when I have taken sheep of their...
A muttering forest far from home soil. The peace, solitary, helps the mind to uncoil. Trivial worries are snagged in the boughs The kind of retreat only distance allows.
It's that great time of year, When my work is all done. The freedom I've longed for Has finally come. What shall I do now. Where should I start. This freedom both scares me And brightens my heart.
Wandering Wanderer Tell me where you've gone Wandering Wanderder Tell me, will you be gone long.
Cherry was a short, blonde, excitable chick who would frequently get into trouble with the law, though not in any serious way.
We may never reach the top But I guess we'll have stop, Stop off on the road to Nowhere. I may never get to speak my mind But there's still time On the road to Nowhere.
I've been absent quite a while Wrapped in bells and rings Hectic is as hectic does With work and other things I'm ever so productive But not too much with rhyme Think I'll trade this English...
Why can't I find it. Where could it be. Is it just that there's something wrong with me. I've lived in Bedfordshire, Cambridgeshire, Spain, Lincolnshire, Hertfordshire but still this pain.
Take me away to where the grass is green. I'm stuck in a black and white movie, I need a change of scene. I've been to many perplexing places. I've seen a hundred seasons and a million faces.