Travel Song

Cannot take a trip till our bodies rest on a Catskill island shore
Travel out west, our futures last
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
By the beach near your heart