My heels are on fire
burning to get away
maybe back to Nevada
or maybe the Frisco Bay

I’m feelin’ fenced in
my needs and desires suppressed
I gotta hop that mystery train
and ride it back to Memphis

it’s the same ol’ song and dance
monotony reeks in these halls
I can hear the beaches of Venice summon
and I can hear the sunset call

in a shack on Oahu
watching the tide turn
listening to Elvis songs, my escape complete
you’ve just gotta give me the word

what the hell am I doing here
I just wanna split
turn my back on it all
and say ‘I just don’t give a s@#*’

(from “Part Three: Seduced By Fantasy…”)

More my style. Just another longing to get away and see the world. Movies, songs and books can be like an atlas. I remember Fitzgerald saying something about the ‘becoming’ instead of the ‘being’. By the same token, it’s sometimes safer, easier and cheaper to travel by proxy: dream of going to Hawaii instead of actually going.