Look at you
Sitting on your boat
The wind in your hair
The sun on your face
Your beautiful face
That I haven't seen for a while now
Yes, I've come back down to earth
Oh boy, have I come back down
I just don't want to be here
I want to be somewhere warm and bright
Where I can look at Roman arches
Not lever arches
Where I can be like you
Sitting by a sea of silver and blue
Not sitting in a sea of paper
Trying to get comfy in my ergonomic chair
I nearly forgot you this morning
Don't take the car every day
Like you, I need a fitness session now and then
Remembered Sacred Arias
Can't beat a few Ave Marias to shorten the journey
Especially the Sancta
Makes me tingle more than Elvis ever did
My first AB CD (ha ha, ABCD!)
Heard something on the radio
Thought "Hey, that's that guy with the wonderful voice,
The one who sings with that awful woman..."
Bought it
Fell hopelessly in love
And still am
I must get one of those whatchamacallits
You know, that you stick in your ear
So I can listen to you when I'm walking
mPods or something
Well I expect you're still on your travels
but wherever you are, I can still hear you
With or without a watchamacallit
Must go, but don't worry Andrea
I'll be back soon.............