Nanci Griffith: "If you see me passing by/ And you sit and you wonder why/ And you wish that you were a rambler too,/ Well, nail your shoes to the kitchen floor/ Just lace them up and bar the door/ And thank your stars for the roof that's over you."
Wanderers too have their heartache. One more quote, from Maltby and Shire:
"It's not which road you take; Which life you pick to live in; Whichever choice you make. The longing is a given, And that's what brings the ache...."
Not dismissing your melancholy: it's real. But as I contemplate my own leap into the rootless void, I can vouch for the sorrows that attend even on such excitement.
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Date: 2003-11-25 08:27 (UTC)Nanci Griffith: "If you see me passing by/ And you sit and you wonder why/ And you wish that you were a rambler too,/ Well, nail your shoes to the kitchen floor/ Just lace them up and bar the door/ And thank your stars for the roof that's over you."
Wanderers too have their heartache. One more quote, from Maltby and Shire:
"It's not which road you take;
Which life you pick to live in;
Whichever choice you make.
The longing is a given,
And that's what brings the ache...."
Not dismissing your melancholy: it's real. But as I contemplate my own leap into the rootless void, I can vouch for the sorrows that attend even on such excitement.