I yearn to return to the journey I started
when I first departed these shores I call home
I dream of the day when again I'll away till I run out of pay and can no longer roam
But until I can fly way up high through the sky I must lie here and sigh bout the times I am missing
And accept the harsh fact that with no little tact I am here, still unpacked and no strange girl I'm kissing...
Location
Australia