Originally written in a different time sig, and with a few alternate arrangements with my good friend Jules, while we both lived in Galway in the early 00's, this is a new arrangement and with a totally new outro... A song about wanderlust and being stuck, and wanting to get away to see the world - being jealous of others doing exactly that when you are stuck in a crappy job and it's always raining...(thanks Galway...) Lyrics That Summer gone, we were head in hands On broken strands, we lost all of our plans Through our hand, We lost our plans And all the times that I was longing for escape You were making tracks Watching the world take shapemore