By: jimmy buffett

1977

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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