The whole world you explore
like she is your favorite whore.
Pole to pole and back again
your travel seems to never end.
Is there anyone you can trust?
Don't have time for collecting dust.
From your troubles you try and leave
is there no one in who you can believe?
Forever moving the world won't stop
you always want to be right on top.
Living life your own way
waiting for the lite of a brand new day.
Then your world was turned upside down
your feet came crashing to the ground.
You have met the girl of your dreams
you'll stay with her by any means.
No more travel or pitching tents
your shoes are made of wet cement.
From your life you have been grounded
your a statue, on marriage it's founded.
It had to end you always knew
now your fun it is all through.
All thats left to do is grow old
with a wife who has gone cold.
by rich jackson
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