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Monday, April 21, 2008

This Time Tomorrow

I don't know about you today, but I was full of daydreams and it made for an interminably long day. I was in some weird suspended-animation state, frozen to my Aeron chair, answering phones.

My passport has been crying to me from inside my wallet, where the euros still live.

Where I am going? What am I leaving?

Who's coming with me?

This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea
This time tomorrow what will we know
Will we still be here watching an in-flight movie show
I'll leave the sun behind me and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles below me I can see the world and it ain't so big at all
This time tomorrow what will we see
Fields full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don't where I'm going, I don't want to see
I feel the world below me looking up at me
Leave the sun behind me, and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
And I'm in perpetual motion and the world below doesn't matter much to me
This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across any empty sea
This time tomorrow, this time tomorrow


b April 22, 2008 at 10:57 AM  

Well if you're lucky enough that your spaceship is flying to Hawaii, meet me this time tomorrow out at the end of the Kapahulu Groin...

Anonymous April 22, 2008 at 12:03 PM  

Passport...Euros... does this mean you're coming to visit me in Italy later on?

Red Shoes April 22, 2008 at 12:17 PM  

Let's get the heck out of here and head for Belize immediately.

La Tanguerita April 22, 2008 at 1:36 PM  

This song makes my skin crawl with excitement every time I hear it.
Wherever you go,don't forget to keep us updated.
And if you happen to pass by, just knock at my door:-)

tangobaby April 22, 2008 at 1:56 PM  

Hi b,

Tomorrow might be a little soon, but I appreciate the invitation. Is there a dance floor nearby?

Hi Tina,

You know I would love that. I still have the Italian postcard stamps in my wallet, too. September is it? I have to read your post again. Your timing is amazing.

Hi Red Shoes,

I think I want to go east this time. Where there is a lot of color and crowds and temples and street food and...something. I don't know yet.

Hi La Tanguerita,

I know how you feel. This song just makes me want to throw some clothes in a bag and get to an airport. Meet me somewhere in the middle?

paris parfait April 22, 2008 at 3:10 PM  

Want to trade lives for awhile? You come to Paris and I'll come to San Fran? :) Hang on to those euros - you'll need them soon enough. xo

Relyn Lawson April 22, 2008 at 3:39 PM  

Wherever you end up, take your lap top. We will want to hear all about it.

You said you were thinking of going east. My Dad is going to Mongolia in a few months. How cool is that? He's also going to China and has promised to walk along the Great Wall until he's alone and take a picture just for me. Lucky, lucky man!

studio wellspring April 23, 2008 at 8:50 AM  

four words:

tangobaby April 23, 2008 at 10:04 AM  

Hi Paris Parfait,

If I went to Paris, I might not ever come back. I only have 50 euros...how long will that last me these days?

Hi Relyn,

Forget my laptop--tell your dad to take one with him! His trip sounds very exciting and much farther east than my daydreams are taking me.

Hi Ms. Wellspring,

Four words: