changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes

i took off for a weekend last month

just to try and recall the whole year. all of the faces and all of the places

wonderin' where they all disappeared. i didn't ponder the question too long;

i was hungry and went out for a bite. ran into a chum with a bottle of rum

and we wound up drinkin' all night. it's those changes in latitudes

changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same. with all of our running and all of our cunning

if we couldn't laugh

we would all go insane. these changes in latitudes

changes in attitudes

nothing remains quite the same. through all of the islands and all of the highlands

if we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

reading departure signs in some big airport

reminds me of the places i've been. visions of good times that brought so much pleasure

makes me want to go back again. if it suddenly ended tomorrow

i could somehow adjust to the fall. good times and riches and son of a bitches

i've seen more than i can recall

i think about paris when i'm high on red wine

i wish i could jump on a plane. and so many nights i just dream of the ocean. god

i wish i was sailin' again. oh

yesterdays are over my shoulder

so i can't look back for too long. there's just too much to see waiting in front of me

and i know that i just can't go wrong

with these.