Mental Vacation

Sheets of rain ride 40-mile per hour gusts of wind in Ecotopia, it's 42 degrees outside and won't have the common courtesy to snow, and I just wrote about a bunch of bad things that are bound to happen. Lord Baby is jumping up and down in tireless rage at the injustices of sleep. And don't get me started on large corporations and universities with massive, outdated entitlement complexes. YouTube to the rescue, and go Jim Dandy. Go, Jim Dandy. Actually, it's Jimmy Buffet. Virtual Vacation. Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes. Click it for a different perspective, unless you happen to be with a bunch of rich bleepa-bleepas on a schooner-sailing cruise in the Caribbean:

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
make 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.

[Chorus]

I think about Paris when 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, many yesterdays are over my shoulder,
so I just can't look back for too long.
There's too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong;
with 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.