I want to go to the Moon. But that’s leaving the Earth I guess.
I’ve always wanted to sing at Roskilde, but I think I missed my chance when I was still singing professionally and was in good form. Now I couldn’t really do it, even if they asked me. I’m ok for a couple of tunes at the local pub and that’s it.
I’d like to see my daughter happy again, and know that she won’t need me anymore. I’m living on borrowed time now, powered by sheer anger and the urgency to see her through her hard times. My own life was over ages ago.
I’d like to finish the book I’m writing, and put all my songs in a proper order so she can find them easily. Generally tidy up the mess (not as big as other people thankfully).
Maybe go to Iceland.