Saturday, September 4, 2021

Less Recklessly Yours: In Which I Recommend a Post-Travel Song


We had a brief window of opportunity this summer for safe-ish travel.  Pompeii... Paris...  Provence... Palm Springs...  There were some deals, but they involved long flights with multiple stops and middle seats in the back by the restrooms. 

We regret not having gone further afield, but it didn't seem the right time. We came down with something.  Perhaps you had it, too. As we settle in for a cozy autumn, Fleetwood Mac's "Homeward Bound" is a source of endless comfort. 

Less recklessly yours,

K@ Thornfield Hall Redux 

Here are the lyrics.

"Homeward Bound," by Christine McVie

I want to sit at home in my rockin' chair
I don't want to travel the world
As far as I'm concerned I've had my share
But time's more precious than gold
I don't wanna see another airplane seat
Or another hotel room
The home life to me seems really neat
I just wanna unpack for good

Buy me a ticket homeward bound (homeward bound)
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (oh homeward bound

Well it all seems the same when you've done it before
There's no difference in the style
There's no end insight or my own front door
I'll be a stay at home for awhile
So I'll have another drink and a cigarette
Just to console myself some how
It's not too bad if you can forget
I've just got to find a way somehow

Buy me a ticket homeward bound (homeward bound)
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (oh homeward bound

Buy me a ticket homeward bound (homeward bound)


 




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