For the travellers.

For a year I commuted to the US to work, three weeks there, a long weekend at home. It nearly finished me off. At that time I had a portable CD player (MP3 players were still too new then). I used to sit in the airport and listen to this track from the Indigo Girls:

Jet fuel and traffic lines
Pulling up to the delta signs
Distant shape of my hometown
Black stain where the wheels touch down

I pick up the morning news
I pass the man who's never shined my shoes
Through security and to the train
That will take me to the airplane

Count the miles on the highway
The sum of all my days
There's a postcard there's a call
And there's a picture for your bedroom wall

But do you ever wonder through and through
Who's that person standing next to you
And after all the nights apart
Is there a home for a travelling heart

But if I weren't leaving you
I don't know what I would do
But the more I go the less I know
Will the fire still burn on my return
Keep the path lit on the only road I know
Honey all I know to do is go

A cup of coffee and my bags are packed
The same vow not to look back
Familiar emptiness inside
As the distances grow wide

And though I vow to memorize
The last look in your loving eyes
It's here dusk and there dawn
Oh it's like a curtain getting slowly drawn

But if I weren't leaving you
I don't know what I would do
But the more I go the less I know
Will the fire still burn on my return
Keep the path lit on the only road I know
Honey all I know to do is go

But if I weren't leaving you
I don't know what I would do
But the more I go it seems the less I know
Will the fire still burn on my return
Keep the path lit on the only road I know


I am so glad I stay home now.

Wonder if this song would work for Brian when he does this:

(if Brian is taing this picture - who is flying the plane?)

Or more importantly - this