Текст Jethro Tull – AWOL
Текст:
Stormy-eyed on the edge of dawn…
nose pressed against the triple glaze.
Floor to ceiling, wall to wall,
silent traffic streams both ways.
dream of Sunday barbecues.
Of a sudden, seems I can barely
face my self… no face to lose.
Call the bosses. Call supervisors.
Won’t be in today to work for you.
E-mail that girl who’s working nights.
She can dress down for this wind and rain.
Leave her new Korean compact…
let some cabbie take the strain.
Take a shower. Take big espresso.
Take to the hills, and take a view.
Little black dress stretching over
hard crystal peaks; soft valleys too.
Call the bosses. Call for nurses.
Unfit today to work for you.
No wet excuses. Absent without leave.
I’ll be her dayshift driver… exotic engineer.
Stormy-eyed on the edge of night…
(December, Eastern time… late afternoon.)
Atlantic City tight behind.
Trump Casino calls pontoon.
Gristle-burger, frazzled fries
end this romantic interlude.
Tomorrow morning’s sweet awakening
could hardly prove to be as rude.
Work some hasty overtime in lieu.
No wet excuses. Absent With-Out leave.
I was her dayshift driver… exotic engineer.
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