My wanderlust and worn out boots are sitting waiting by the door.
Will I ever know a moment when my hearts not wanting more.
Is there a gene for traveling that is dominant in some.
Or is it from a childhood that us types are on the run.
Lyrics from a song I wrote in college seem appropriate today...I am eager to get on the road again.
S.
Journal of canadian 'alt-folk-rock' singer songwriter Sall Gibson.
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- Processed cheese, Cheap Hotels, Prince George
- Dawn
- Looking Forward
- Not much to report
- Peace and Quiet
- T Dot
- Airports
- Familiar Roads
- The World is Testing Me
- Nakusp
- Van Heat, Christmas Decorations and Proposals
- Miscellaneous Photos
- The Grateful Fed and Aquarium Hotel Rooms
- Osoyoos
- And I am Off
- Lugz Coffeehouse with Special Guest Jennifer Zicke...
- Foiled Again
- Off into the Sunset
- Goodbyes
- when levee's don't hold...
- Collection of Thoughts
- RSS
- Nights Like These
- Wanderlust
- 87' Ford Econoline Campervan and it's all mine!
- Rupert I Miss You
- Van Owner to Shoelace Express
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- Emerging 'alt-folk-rock' singer songwriter.
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