Have you ever sailed across an ocean, Donald? On a sailboat surrounded by sea with no land in sight? Without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come?
To stand at the helm of your destiny...
I want that one more time.
I wanna be in Piazza del Campo in Siena, to feel the surge as 10 racehorses go thundering by. I want another meal in Paris at L'Ambrosie in the Place des Vosges.
I want another bottle of wine. And then another. I want the warmth of a woman in a cool set of sheets. One more night of jazz at the Vanguard. I wanna stand on summits and smoke Cubans and feel the sun on my face for as long as I can.
Walk on the wall again. Climb the tower. Ride the river. Stare at the frescos. I wanna sit at the river and read one more good book. Most of all I wanna sleep, I wanna sleep like I did when I was a boy, give me that, just one time. That's why I won't allow that punk out there to get the best of me, let alone the last of me.
