My body probably won’t travel far.
I doubt I’ll dance among the stars
But, OH! The places that I dream to go.
I want to see New Years enter into Times Square
Eat cotton candy at the Iowa State Fair
I want to flash my boobs and earn my beads
for Mardis Gras in New Orleans
I want to experience Easter in Israel
to visit London where the tower fell.
I want to drink a pint in a pub in Dublin
then head towards Venice with building crumblin’
I want to hear mass in Vatican City
to eat bread and cheese in Switzerland’s alps; pretty
I want to smoke a fatty while in Jamaica
head “Down Under” for some Sydney, Australia
I want Fourth of July in Washington, D.C.
then a week’s vacation in the Florida Keys.
To travel these places would make my heart sing
If I dream hard enough, I can imagine anything.