When traveling abroad in the continental style   It's my belief one must attempt to be discreet   And subsequently bear in mind your transient position   Allows you a perspective that's unique      And 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've known 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 always 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   It will only be parlayed into a memory