I wish I was in sunny Spain
Where I could find my life again
And breathe the air of inspiration
At least, in my imagination
I’d travel to a distant spot
That modern times had long forgot
And work all day out on the land
A healthy, fit and tanning man –
Or maybe not. That doesn’t sound
Like what life’s like when I’m around:
More likely, in my ease arrayed
I’d sip sangria in the shade
To share is human:
