Holiday
It was yesterday I’d laughed
now I’m burning photographs
They remind me of a love that used to be
I learned today that the fire died
that she’d done enough of the do’s and dies
So tonight I’m gonna pack my things and leave
Might take a holiday– to cincinatti
Tattoo a new lover’s cross upon my chest
I’m gonna run away from home– if you call this place a home
I say it’s just the place I used to be
Ohhh-I—cried
“It’s not the way it should be”
I gave my wife—my life
And she handed it back to me
Now like a child or a beggar deaf and blind
I’ll try to learn to lose my senses
I hope that somewhere else I go
I’ll find me someone else who knows
The meaning of the words to have and hold
Not a paper ring, but a golden band
Not a shallow stream, but the rio grande
Guess I’ll float on to the other shore
Might take a holiday– to arizona
See if a change to sand from clay
can change my fate
I’m gonna run away from home
If you call this place a home
I say it’s just the place love used to be
Ohh–I—-cried
“It’s not the way it should be”
I gave my wife—–my life
And she handed it back to me
Now like a child or a beggar deaf and blind
I’ve got to learn to lose my senses
I hope I’m fooling someone else
I can see right through my self
