Oh, my bags aren't packed
I'm not ready to go.
There's still a pile of laundry
Outside the bathroom door.
I hate to wake myself up to go to work.
But the dawn is breakin'
It's early morn
Stayed up too late writing
Cuz that's when ideas are born.
Already I'm so tired, I could cry...
But hey, I'm leavin' soon on a jet plane
Ten days till I come back again...
(With sincere apologies to Peter, Paul and Mary, and John Denver)
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