On a trip you worry more about the starts and where it ends While on a journey you concern yourself with new sites and old friends.... —Or old sites and new friends if it's what the journey brings It's not about the t-shirts that prove that you did things.
On a trip you often take a plane so you can get there fast
Except through TSA where the fun can last and last
As you remove your belt and shoes and put them in a bin then stand and raise your arms and let the search begin
Then they put you in a tube and shoot you through the sky If it all works you get there fast and if not you'll just die
On a plane your trip can be ok or a misery complete
If you happen to get assigned the dreaded middle seat
For on one side theres the one who'll talk your ear off like a fool
and on the other side the one who coats your sleeve with drool
But some plane rides are not all that bad and sometimes time is key
So I'll buckle in and takeoff
To get where I must be.
Just remember if you're flying and you see on-coming boats
Just pull off your seat supposedly it floats
Next week I'll take the train with whatever speed it lacks
They have seats that are comfy and they rarely jump the tracks
And you can see the world passing by see some buildings see some faces
And imagine what has happened in all these rural places. How many cows have crossed this roadHow many dear have dodged near misses
H
ow many teenage couples have drank tonics and fumbled through first kisses.
You see places from the train that you just don't see every day. I suspect to take a journey tis' my favorite way
I don't mind a car or a pick up truck Till a traffic jam and then you're stuck
And then inside I scream oh.......
And wish that I'd had different luck
In the end I guess it's about control
Over how things fly or how they roll
So if I had the time I'd nearly always bike and stop as often as I'd like
Or even use my feet to hike and wave at every girl and boy
On my daily little journey— the one towards peace and Joy
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