Holiday Story

(альбом: See How We Are - 1987)

It's that face of his
That hallway wall alleyway way of his
Dreamed you grew a beard and wore a hat
Like a brunette Dr. Eugene Scott
But I recognized you
Cause you were still a little brat

Well, I heard that long lost laugh
Through the monitors and floors, elevator doors
And you're still ringing in my ears
The longest stay in the shortest day
After all them years
In another life

In the deep, deep heart of Texas
With its big and lonely star
I'm in that other nation
Travelling bar to bar
Down that unhappy trail
I follow it every day
I don't know where you are
But I, I wish you'd go away
I wish you'd go away

On holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Holiday

Now the lights of your town
Attack my nightgown
The Billie Holiday Story
Batteries have gone down
So, I went to Milwaukee
But they were out of beer
So I walked to New York
But no one was there
No one was there

It's a Billie Holiday
And I know you're closed
But sometimes you're the only place I can go
The only place I can go
On holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Holiday

Oh, It's a Billie Holiday
And I know you're closed
But sometimes you're the only place I can go
The only place I can go
On holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Holiday