every journey starts, with a familiar path
you start out the same way, but it never lasts
you always cover new ground
you wind up in a new town
there is no need to repeat
so just strap in your seat
and go go go go go
Ah but first
you traverse
the burbs

Yes first
you traverse
the burbs

Sometimes it’s the country, with its open space
So primitive and lovely, in all its natural grace
the air is pure and free

Sometimes it’s the city, with it’s teaming life

Perhaps you’ll head east, with an expanding mind
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