I haven't travelled all that much
Technically I have been only here as such
Yet when I look back I see that I have come so far
From that boy who used to write poems in the bar
Today the setting is grand and the music is always great
Most days I am even allowed to appear reasonably late
Facials, face-masks, not a blemish in sight
But so much goes into replacing that simple smile
I wouldn't care much about (him) during the day
It's the night where he leaves everything in disarray
When I can't explain to the man without a dime to share
How getting all that you want can be so unfair
