I took off for a weekend last month

Just to try to recall the whole year

All of the faces & all of the places

Just wonderin where it all disappeared



But I didn't ponder the problem too lone

I was hungry & went our for a bite

Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum

And I wound up drinkin' all night



It's these changes in latitudes

Nothing remains quite the same

With all of my running & all of my cunning

If I wasn't crazy I would go insane



Reading departures signs in some big airport

Reminds me of the places I've been

Visions of good time that brought so much pleasure

Makes me want to go back again



If it suddenly ended tomorrow

I could somehow adjust to the fall

Good times & riches and son of a bitches

I've seen more than I can recall



It's the changes in latitudes

Nothing remains quite the same

With all of my running & all of my cunning

If I wasn't crazy I would go insane



I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine

And I wish I could jump on a plane

And so many nights I sit and dream of the ocean

God I wish that is was sailin' again



Oh but yesterdays are over my shoulder

So I can't look back for too long

There's jut too much to see waiting in from of me

And I don't think that I can go wrong



With these changes in latitudes

Changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same

With all of our running & all of our cunning

If we couldn't laugh we would go insane

If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

If we weren't all crazy, we would go insane