Sigh…I was going to write a proper post, and in it were going to be all the fantastic details about my trip to the glacier and about swing dancing in the rain at the Bundesplatz and about a few interesting things Simon let slip and about very interesting discussions with the Senegalese ladies at my work and everything about Lena and Mathew’s visit and the hilarious dinner party we had and about the next developments in the bureaucratic tango and the weirdest medieval village ever and the National Day fireworks and…and…and…????!
I’ll get to that.
In another post.
But I’ll start off with a song I wrote.
I’ve been writing songs off and on for 10 years now, but I’ve never shared one I don’t think. There’s a first time for everything. This’n’s a little blues number.
If you go in to business, you’ll go to London, Paris and Rome
But if you really want to you can always buy a ticket back home.
If you go into wandering, you can do all of that too
But if you want to go back home there might not be no home to go back to.
If you go into business, then you’ll see Hong Kong and Singapore
If you’ll go into wandering you can do all that and more
But every mountain every valley, every street and every alley
will start to look like you’ve seen it before.
If you go into wandering, you can go everywhere that you want to go
Change with the times, take your time, take a breath and go with the flow
But there’s no mistaking that inevitable aching
When you long to see a face that you know.
If you go into business, earn enough to buy a house of your own
A dog, a bed, a TV and the very latest fancy new phone
If you go into wandering, your phone will change with every new town
Forget the stuff, a shirt’s enough, you’ll only have to drag it around
If you go into business, you’ll have meetings and conference calls
And maybe one fine day you’ll fall in love with the girl down the hall
Five years later all your colleagues will show up for the wedding ball
If you go into wandering, no doubt you’ll find some love on the road
Talk late into the lonely night then hold her fast and hold her close
Because you know every minute that goodbye is what will hurt the most!
Thank you very much.