I wrote this song last Tuesday in advance of a busy week of holiday revelry and travel that simply couldn't accommodate songwriting. I returned to the song this evening to discover that I had anticipated a certain note of my current travel-weary condition. I'm exhausted after a 4 am wakeup, and an early flight straight to work on a Monday morning. The quiet lilt of this song appeals to that sensation.
Though I'm all out of gas, I feel rejuvenated by my excursion and the people with whom I've been spending the past few days. Listening to the words in this song, I think I needed to get out of town for a few days. The next week will bring even greater adventure, and will require another song written in advance. Perhaps another travel song will be in order.
lyrics
On the way to the moon
I'm going as fast as I can
But what's the use?
On the way to another age
I'm taking the scenic route
And that's okay
I've been nothing but
Overthinking it
I've been nothing but
Overindulgent
I've been nothing else
But left to my own devices
On the way to the sea
If you're wondering where I am
That's where I'll be
On the way up in the clouds
I'll go the entire way
Without looking down
I've been nothing but
Overthinking it
I've been nothing but
Overindulgent
I've been nothing else
But left to my own devices