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 

Chorus: 

It's these 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 

Chorus: 

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 

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 

Chorus: 

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