Chorus:
It's these changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the
same
With all of our running and
all of our cunning
If we couldn't laugh we would
all go insane
Reading departure signs in
some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've
been
Visions of good times that
brought so much pleasure
Makes me want to go back again
If it suddenly ended tomorrow
I could somehow adjust to
the fall
Good times and riches and
son of a bitches
I've seen more than I can
recall
Chorus:
These changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the
same
Through all of the islands
and all of the highlands
If we couldn't laugh we would
all go insane
I think about Paris when I'm
high on red wine
I wish I could jump on a plane
So many nights I just dream
of the ocean
God I wish I was sailin' again
Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder
So I can't look back for too
long
There's just too much to see
waiting in front of me
And I know that I just can't
go wrong
Chorus:
With these changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the
same
With all of my running and
all of my cunning
If I couldn't laugh I just
would go insane
If we couldn't laugh we just
would go insane
If we weren't all crazy we
would go insane
Marco Giunco |
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