it's times like these I could use a clone.
I'd be off to the ocean or some place warm
not looking back or thinking of home.
I'd find me a tall palm tree, and sit at it's trunk
with a drink in my hand.... trying to get drunk.
I'd sip the day away in the warm tropical sun
and get up occasionally for a bit of carribean fun.
not forgetting to take my tall, foofy drink, of course.
I'd gallop the ocean side and kick up some sand,
then trot toward the sound of a steel drum band.
twisting and spinning... and trying not to hurl.
When the night is over I'd nest a place on the beach
feel the sea mist in my hair and taste the salt on my teeth.
What a dream come true, if at least just for me,
To feel really alive and living so free.