Из альбома: In the Belly of a Whale
Well I don't know what day it is,
And I'm afraid to say I'm not sure where I am
And these hotel rooms and greasy spoons
Have over stayed their welcome once again
And the folks down in the hotel lounge,
Sit far apart and order rounds all night
And I'd rather be upon the moon,
'cause atleast from there I'd have you in my sight
I'm sure it's indisputable, I hear Toledo's beautiful
But not here from this hotel lobby phone
So no offense Toledo, but I'm going home
And if I was there I'd pick you up,
And take you out and head down to the crown
We'd trip the light fandango,
Tie a yellow ribbon around this town
And I'd sing for you karaoke,
So go on girl and pick your favourite song
And the Japanese- Jimmy-Deans-Rock-a-Billy boyfriends sing along
I'm sure it's indisputatble, I hear Toledo's beautiful
But not here from this hotel lobby phone
So no offense Toledo, but I'm going home
And your voice is in my heart, and it's pounding like the sea
It sings at night alone, in perfect melody
But the voices in my head are still fighting off at sea,
So come down from that widow's walk
And lay your heavy heart on me
I'm sure it's indisputable, they say Toledo's beautiful
And I'm here at the perfect time of year
But no offense Toledo, but I'm outta here