Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes

I took off for a weekend last month just to try and recall the whole year
 All of the faces and all of the places wonderin' where they all disappeared
 I didn't ponder the question too long, I was hungry and went out for a bite
 Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum and we wound up drinkin' all night
 It's those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
 Nothing remains quite the same
 With all of our running and all of our cunning
 If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
 Reading departure signs in some big airport reminds me of the places I've been
 Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure makes me want to go back again
 If it suddenly ended tomorrow I could somehow adjust to the fall
 Good times and riches and son-of-a-bitches I've seen more than I can recall
 These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
 Nothing remains quite the same
 Through all of the islands and all of the highlands
 If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
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 I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine I wish I could jump on a plane
 So many nights I just dream of the ocean, god I wish I was sailin' again
 Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder, so I can't look back for too long
 There's just too much to see waiting in front of me and I know that I just can't go wrong
 With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
 Nothing remains quite the same
 With all of my running and all of my cunning
 If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane
 If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane
 If we weren't all crazy we would go insane