He knew there was the possibility he may find
Himself in unfamiliar surroundings
Maybe up on some mountain top taking in a stunning view
Or listening to the ancient legends in the
Halls of the vegan burger kings
The sun beating down like a laser and him without a clue
His pockets being picked by a strangely curious kangaroo
He left a note before he left his wife
Telling her he was off to seek something frivolous
And begging her not to worry as
Frivolous had nothing to do with a willowy buxom blonde
In a colorful gossamery sundress
The yeah yeah yeahs of yesteryear were still drowning out
The sorrows that he tried to drown in his umpteenth beer
Nothing he tried could hide the truth
Shining in his mid-'80's Miami pastel blue eyes
The corners of his smile did a lousy job of concealing
All the tribulations of his unsatisfying life
That he had hurriedly stuffed in his tattered, battered suitcase
As for his wife
well, she read the note twice before she tore
The town up that very night
Reveling in the exhilarating freedom
And joyous, shameless release
She'd forgotten had ever existed
Dancing until her feet hurt and the sun
Was cracking the sky on the far eastern horizon
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