Sometimes the road is lonely and the destination isn’t always clear, but the dream is always big enough to compel us to walk down that road time and time again. Love of a place, love of a time, love of life itself. Is it love that we’re all looking for as we ramble on? Maybe… though not necessarily romantic love. If you live for that feeling of freedom that comes with arriving in a destination where no one knows you, there’s nothing in the world that can hold you down. Some people are content to sit on the shorelines, but those of us who travel know that we’ve got to get out there and chance the rapids, dance in the tides, and follow the dream wherever it leads.Īs Steven Tyler sings, “our hopes and dreams are out there somewhere.” We can stay where we are and hope our dreams come to us or we can go out and find that better place. They, on the other hand, look at your life and wonder why you always have to take “the long way around.” Different strokes, right? You look at their lives and can’t imagine finding happiness that way. You have them – the friends who stayed at home and settled down. While every trip might be a search for somewhere new or different, it’s also true that every journey away from home is an opportunity to better understand the place from which we come.ġ2.
The migrating instinct awakes in our souls. With the changing of seasons comes a desire for a change of scenery. That’s when you know for certain that it’s time to move on. Stay in one place too long and sometimes it really seems that you can feel the grass growing underfoot. We travel simply because we are travelers. Sometimes we go simply because we can’t stand to stay where we are or because of an almost desperate urge for movement.Īnd in some cases, there is no reason. Often we journey in search of something–ourselves, love, adventure, understanding, the place we belong. It’s the restaurant without a sign, the guestroom tucked away in a back alley, the beach you’ll never be able to find again…but will always remember. It’s the town not in any guidebook, the one you found when you got off the train at the wrong stop or surreptitiously shared a hostel room with someone who had just come from there. It’s the place we find a way to go back to time and again, even if just in our memories. In each of our histories, there’s that “happy little foreign town,” where we danced, laughed, and were in love with every minute of every day. On the surface, sure, it’s a song about Memphis, but I think we all have our own Graceland, that place where we go for reasons we can’t explain, with the hope of being well received. If you’ve been there, I’m sure you can think of many other fitting adjectives. Strange and bewildering is certainly one way to describe this town. Can you resist its call?Ĭome on, I couldn’t leave this one off, could I? It’s classic. The vivid imagery of this song–colored cottons, charming cobras–brings this famed Moroccan city right to life. Marrakesh Express by Crosby, Stills, and Nash Who doesn’t see that Carolina sunshine or feel that moonshine when this classic comes through the speakers? I certainly hear “the highway calling” each time this song appears on my play list.Ģ.
Other songs don’t name names, but in your mind, the place evoked by the tune is so exact you have no doubt what town, city, or country the singer is crooning about…until you meet another traveler who pictures an entirely different place every time that song is played. They precisely capture somewhere you’ve been or inspire you to plan a trip to the locale forever locked in lyrics. Certain songs take you immediately to a specific place.
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