Each day as I’m passing the airport
I’m struck by a strong urge to fly,
To jump on a plane bound for somewhere:
Duluth or Des Moines or Dubai.
A travel club called me last summer;
I wish I had chosen to join.
Who knows, maybe now I’d be seeing
Dubai or Duluth or Des Moines.
Instead, I’m stuck here on this highway,
My life going nowhere, in truth,
Still dreaming one day I might visit
Des Moines or Dubai or Duluth.