I pick up a photo scrapbook, spined
Memories of escapades from the daily grind
Country trails with foliage lined
White sand, a lounger on which I’d reclined
Time I wish I could rewind
Churches, museums - figures shrined
People, faces - moments defined
They say travel frees your mind
Michelin-starred restos where I’d wined and dined
Snaps of men for whose love I’d pined
Snaps of men whose love I’d declined
Memories of escapades from the daily grind
But there’s no escape from the prison of my mind