1 year ago

THE TRAVELLER'S SONG
(Words and Music by James Berry)

They're closing all the bars on East Side
Can't you hear the music fade away?
And the boys from Brazil are after me still
But I don't know what I'm supposed to say

The sand's so hot in California
They don't warn you it's so hot
Until it's all gone,
You really don't know what you got

The marching band has made the High Street
It's proud to be St. Patrick's Day
And the cops are all out with tears in their eyes
And they're praying for the world to stray

And the sand's so hot in California
They don't warn you it's so hot
Until it's all gone,
You don't know what you got

If you can't find clemency
Central Park will do
Hotel rooms with apathy
Where the world won't come to you

Those Betty Davis eyes keep shining
And Sinatra makes the whole world sway
And the buildings so high they're touching the sky
Hell, the stars are getting in the way

Still the sand's so hot in California
They don't warn you it's so hot
Until it's all gone,
You don't know what you got

If you can't find clemency
Central Park will do
Hotel rooms with apathy
Where the world won't come to you

They're closing all the bars on East Side
Can't you hear the music fade away?
And the boys from Brazil are after me still
But I don't know what I'm supposed to say

And the sand's so hot in California
They don't warn you it's so hot
Until it's all gone,
You don't know what you got

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