I chase and I chase
Until I hit a wall
and
With an aching head
I have to realise
I can’t run and chase
although I can still hunt
And move
And look
And find
Because that urge will
Probably never go away
an ode to travelling
I chase and I chase
Until I hit a wall
and
With an aching head
I have to realise
I can’t run and chase
although I can still hunt
And move
And look
And find
Because that urge will
Probably never go away