My Travels

My travels start
Right here
Deep in my mind,
My travels take me just where
I please, I don’t have
To leave my warm room.
 
My travels start,
Sixteen, sun
Beating down,
Sinatra’s crooning Jobim,
And I’m just dreaming of my
Great romance to come.
 
I don’t need a little ticket,
Tells me I can take the train,
I don't even to risk it,
There’s no blistering sun,
Or driving rain,
And it’s here that I remain.
 
My travels end
With a sweet
And peaceful time,
I’ve found such sense deep within,
No more will I feel
The need to go travelling again.