A coworker retires tomorrow. His dream is to travel North America, going wherever the wind pushes him. A great plan. An excellent adventure.
A pleasure of mine is song lyrics. They come alive for me. A tiny piece of alternate reality, forever captured in my mind, they burst forth as life goes on… this one when I read his goodbye email.
I’m a man with a clear destination
I’m a man with a broad imagination
You fog the mind, you stir the soul
I can’t find, … no control
I’m a man with a broad imagination
You fog the mind, you stir the soul
I can’t find, … no control
Catch the blue train
To places never been before
Look for me
Somewhere down the crazy river
Somewhere down the crazy river
To places never been before
Look for me
Somewhere down the crazy river
Somewhere down the crazy river
— Robbie Robertson