“all my friends are getting older,
i guess I must be too.
without their love and kindness
i don’t know what I’ll do
oh the wine bottle’s half empty
the money’s all been spent
we’re a cross between our parents
and hippies in a tent.
oh, love calls just like the wild birds
it’s just another day.”
– jack johnson
he’s singing. i’m packing. and on the road again…to the indian ocean.
it’s just another day.