When traveling abroad in the continental style
  It's my belief that one must attempt to be discreet
  And subsequently bear in mind your transient position
  Allows you a perspective that's unique
  Though you'll find your itinerary's a blessing and a curse
  Your wanderlust won't let you settle down
  And you wonder how you ever fathomed that you'd be content
  To stay within the city limits of a small midwestern town
  Most vagabonds I knowed don't ever want to find the culprit
  That remains the object of their long relentless quest
  The obsession's in the chasing and not the apprehending
  The pursuit you see and never the arrest
  
  Without fear or contradiction Bon Voyage is often hollered
  In conjunction with a handkerchief from shore
  By a girl that drives a Rambler and furthermore
  Is overly concerned that she won't see him anymore
  Planes and trains and boats and buses
  Characteristically evoke a common attitude of blue
  Unless you have a suitcase and a ticket and a passport
  And the cargo that they're carrying is you
  A foreign affair juxtaposed with a stateside
  And domestically approved romantic fancy
  Is mysteriously attractive due to circumstances knowing
  I will only be parlayed into a memory