Same In Any Language

Sometime ago I met a Navajo,
In a parking lot in Tokyo,
He said everything wordlessly,
Wonderlust in my eyes he did see,
Oh yeah,
Oh oh yeah.

Those postcards I sent to Birmingham,
All the way from those windows of Amsterdam,
I copped a gram from Dappersam
Just to fall at her man in another jam,
Oh yeah,
Oh oh yeah.

It's the same in any language,
A brother is a brother if there’s one thing I know,
It's the same in any language,
Wherever you go.

I ran out of Jack in Tripoli,
Oh those freedom fighters they were good to me,
They asked me all about Tennessee,
And on one thing we all did agree,
Ooh yeah,
Yeah oh oh yeah.

Wherever you go,
Where are you going, to?
Oh oh no no no no,
Where are you going, to?
Where you going to?

Everything is...
Say say say say say where are you going, to?
So where are you going, to?
I say where are you going?
Hoo hoo yeah.

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I'm in some kind of withdrawal. Is this total bloggerhea? Yeah. Well, it's either that or I'm going to start singing really loud into an imaginary microphone right here in the middle of Panera. "It's the saaaaaaaaaaaame in any language. A brother is a brother if there's one thing I know. It's the saaaaaaaaaaaame in any language... wherever you goooooooooo." Seriously, I've done it before, I'm not above such behaviour. I make no sense.

Do you ever feel like your legs are dying to do something really remarkable, but you can't make yourself move? This is what happens to a poor soul who has no creative and expressive outlet.

Wanderlust in my oë hy het gesien. Wat nie hy sien? Hy weet my beter as Ek ken my. Ek makeer om te gaan êrens. Ek kan nie gaan tuis, so ons gevestig vir Disney Wêreld. Wat het daardie sê omtrent my? Is Ek alleen op vir 'n rukkie van pret? Indien so, is daar iets verkeerd met dat? Ek regtig nie behoort hier.