So many nights I just dream of the ocean

The internet tells me that this past Monday was the most depressing day of the year. I’m not buying it; I’m far more restless today.

It’s grey and raining out; my job is uninteresting with an utter lack of positive reinforcement.

I’m sitting at my desk, listening to Jimmy Buffet and looking at the 2005 calendar that I made from our Alaska photos. It’s apropos to hear “Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes” while looking wistfully at road trip photos.

I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year
All of the faces and all of the places
Wonderin’ where they all disappeared
I didn’t ponder the question too long
I was hungry and went out for a bite
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum
And we wound up drinkin all night

Chorus:
It’s these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of our running and all of our cunning
If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane

Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I’ve been
Visions of good times 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 and riches and son of a bitches
I’ve seen more than I can recall

Chorus:
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands
If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane

I think about Paris when I’m high on red wine
I wish I could jump on a plane
So many nights I just dream of the ocean
God I wish I was sailin’ again
Oh, yesterday’s over my shoulder
So I can’t look back for too long
There’s just too much to see waiting in front of me
And I know that I just can’t go wrong

Chorus:
With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of my running and all of my cunning
If I couldn’t laugh I just would go insane
If we couldn’t laugh we just would go insane
If we weren’t all crazy we would go insane

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4 Responses to So many nights I just dream of the ocean

  1. Dave says:

    If it makes you feel any better, some of us are sitting bored and restless in our cubicles while looking wistfully at *someone else’s* Alaska road trip pictures, since we don’t have any of our own. So grin at the irony the next time you realize that your boredom constitutes entertainment for some.

  2. stephanie says:

    And oddly enough, I was looking at the Alaska pictures last night and came up with an entirely different Jimmy Buffet song. (Lone Palm)
    I think Monday was infinitely more depressing, because today is four days closer to warm riding, longer daylight and dry roads.
    (Sigh)
    I wish the daylight was going to be as long this summer as it was last June.

  3. Eric says:

    Ain’t it hard
    When you wake up
    in the morning.?
    And you find out that
    Those other days
    are gone.
    All you have are
    memories of happiness.
    Lingering on and on and on.
    But still, a bright light is shining.
    From that Serow,
    Parked just down the hall.
    Maybe the star of Bethleham
    Wasn’t a star at all.

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