Jet Setter

Jet Setter                               March 11, 2006

I was born

With luggage in my hands,

Keys in my pocket,

Staring at the sun with shades.

Yes, it's my destiny

To see the world abroad,

For this sleepy Southern town

Doesn't have enough

To contain my rabid heart.

I'm a jet setter,

And I sail the high seas,

Rolling with the waves

For new ports of call.

I'm a jet setter,

Just coasting through the sky,

Looking for those angels

Above the Himalayan high.

I'm a jet setter,

'Tis what I am,

And I'm a jetsetter

With an endless wanderlust.

I've been stuck here

Since I know not when,

Souring, watering down

Beneath Heaven's sun.

Everytime I see

A plane or train go by,

I just want to hop aboard

For a little trip to Shanghai.

I want to touch

The seven continents

During my days on God's green Earth.

I want to see the cradles of mankind

Before the day that I croak.

I want to feel the electricity

Of some big city nights.

I want to experience these things,

Such simple little things,

For I am a jet setter man,

For it's my destiny.