Travel is something we all think about at this time of year

For we all want to go somewhere else to get into higher gear

But sometimes we must ask ourselves whether what we do fear

Is ourselves so much we feel we must run away and in tears



For we have been hurt, and thus we feel we need some space

Which we must use to distance ourselves with so much grace

From those we care for, for they've taken us for granted

And so we know we must get away from them and thus parted



We sense they will appreciate us all the more when we return

After we've been away touring & pretended we'd money to burn

For we felt we well-deserved that very much needed vacation

At the end of which, we give ourselves over to a new station

  

And begin anew the day-to-day tasks which'd become so mundane

Which we'd done with such lack of vigor - we had become lame

And now we address those old, haggard and worn-out situations

Knowing all too well they were the same roads we travelled - 

                                      throughout the nation.



- Tristram