It turns out you don't
Have to know where
You're going to get there
But it helps to have a clue
A detailed plan so you know
What probably won't be happening
Mostly we sleep on the train
Or on the back of a cart
If you must go back centuries
That travel agent lied to us
A beautiful lie but nothing
Compared to the stars on the sea
On the return crossing
We couldn't wait to get home
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