Here’s to the man who traveled the world
Tell us the story but don’t tell us the end...
What new places have you gone to find?
In your inter-stellar ride.
A million faces that could not see,
this trip was being taken too deep.
Losing it’s flavor as we boil it.
The one being cooked was the poet.
Write new trips on your paper ships,
To see our parts unknown.
We are one nation, and one race.
You uncovered our face.
Messages in bottles will fall from the skies.
Showing how to listen and care.
We write songs to say goodbye.
Shame on us, not when we are alive.
[Song dedicated to Anthony Bourdain]
[The song was written the day he died]
