Foreign Affair

When travelling abroad in the continental style,

it’s my belief one must attempt to be discreet,

and subsequently bear in mind your transient posi ti       on

allows you a perspective that’s uni       que.

And though you’ll find your itine         rary a blessing and a curse,

your wanderlust won’t let you settle down.

And you’ll wonder how you ever fathomed that you’d be content

to stay within the city limits of a small midwestern town.

Most vagabonds I knowed don’t ever want to find the culprit

that remains the object of their long relentless quest.

The obsession’s in the chasing and not the apprehending.

The pursuit, you see, and never the ar r       est.

Without fear of contradiction, bon voyage is always hollered

in conjunction with a handkerchief from shore,

by a girl who drives a Rambler and furthermore

is overly concerned that she won’t see him anymore.

Planes and trains and boats and buses

characteristically     evoke a common attitude of blue,

un      less you have a suitcase and a ticket and a passport

and the cargo that they’re carrying is y       ou.

A foreign affair,       juxtaposed with a stateside

and dom       estically approved romantic fancy,

is myst      eriously attractive due to circumstances, knowing

it will        only be parlayed into a

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