My Travels

My travels start
Right here
Deep in my mind,
My travels take me just where
I please, I don’t have
To leave my warm room,

My travels start,
Sixteen, sun
Beating down,
Sinatra’s crooning Jobim,
And I’m just dreaming of my
Great romance to come,

I don’t need a little ticket,
Tells me I can take the train,
I don't even to risk it,
There’s no blistering sun,
Or driving rain,
And it’s here that I remain.