There’s No Cure Like Travel Cole Porter (Ft. Paul Grunert)

[WOMAN]
My dear, you're sailing off without me
Yet you don't seem to give a damn

[SAILOR]
I know it's fearful of me not to be
More tearful
But thank heaven I am

[WOMAN]
You mean to say you're glad to leave me?
Can I believe that's what you mean?

[SAILOR]
Why, don't be funny, I'm just wild about you, honey
But I'm oh, so glad, so glad
It's driving me mad to say goodbye
To all things that typify
The humdrum of my daily routine

[MALE Chorus]
And there's no cure like travel
To help you unravel
The worries of living today
When the poor brain is cracking
There's nothing like packing
A suitcase and sailing away
Take a run 'round Vienna
Granada, Ravenna, Sienna
And then around Rome
Have a high time, a low time
And in no time
You'll be singing "home, sweet home"