Why did I go and fall in love
With a rolling stone of a man?
Who seems to have a travel bug
I wish I could understand.
Now, don’t get me wrong- – I love travel, too
But I come back to hearth and home
After time on the road, I choose my abode,
Not content to constantly roam.
You say it’s ‘See you later’
And that it’s not Good-bye,
But my heart can’t tell the difference
So once again, I start to cry.
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