Chartered Trips
Bob Mould
I picked up my belongings in a nylon carry-all
I hear the porter call
Said: The sky's the limit on this chartered trip away
I guess I'd better stay
Out there on the desert, I see trees on every wall
Nothing's ever solved
Said: The sky's the limit on this chartered trip away
Guess I'd better stay away
I thought I owed myself a trip away
I wanted to go to places I have never been away
I looked at the pictures, imagine where they lay
Away on a beach by the sand, where their clothes all lay away
Horizon is oblivious, chartered trip away
Said: There's no returning from this chartered trip away