Hey world traveler.
I’m ready when you wanna come home, but don’t you fold those wings just yet.
Leave me and my Blue Ridges to explore those desert sands and ocean waves.
The land will be between the lakes when you’re watching sunsets over the pacific.
Your shoes will leave remnants of my red clay as you hike through the pure white Himalayan snow.
This crooked road will carve imprints in your heart as you slow dance under the Eiffel Tower.
The moonshine will glisten as you’re sipping tea from a Moroccan Street vender.
These eagles will be perched for you as you jet-set on the redeye to Tokyo.
We’ll keep a cheesy western warm in case you get tired of that Polish sausage.
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There will be chaos on the mountain when you’re napping in the warm sands in Bali.
Don’t you worry about me, world traveler.
Virginia is for lovers so I’ll love you no matter how far you roam.
You let that soul fly and know that I’ll leave the star light on to guide you home.