Sitting in a little bar, it’s three in the morning. I’ve been trying to make a phone call to home.
Three months gone past, it’s gone much too fast, too soon I’ll be back home.
Memories and pictures are all I’ve got to share.
But it’s been fun the times I’ve had the stories I could tell. The Promised Land was left behind a long, long time ago.
And Appolon’s are something that come once in a lifetime. The times I’ve had are something that you just cannot show, you’ve just got to know. You’ve got to come along.
Well I’m stepping on a plane and really leaving home the first time. Touching down somewhere I‘d only heard of before.
Making friends and making times you hope will last forever. But then tomorrow comes, with goodbye’s you’re gone once more Leaving some of you behind but you pick up so much more.
I love the people (every person is a story). I love the times (every time’s a person in a place).
I love the places (‘cause they make the whole thing possible).
I’m going to do it all again, take the next chance I’ve got. Might see the things I love once more but then again, maybe not.
I want to go back to the cities and places where things are so different.
To try to get by where the language is one you can’t understand.
To make like a tourist or lie on the beaches just do what you want to.
To lie in the sand, or climb up Massada be a beach bum in Greece, see a chateau in France.
Now I know what it’s like, and I’m trying to say in my song. That the next time I go, you’ve got to come along.
Please come along. You’ve got to come along.