Jethro Tull - Awol Lyrics
Stormy-eyed on the edge of dawn:Nose pressed against the triple glaze.Floor to ceiling, wall to wall,Silent traffic streams both ways.Along the fussy freeway driversDream of sunday barbecues.Of a sudden, seems I can barelyFace my self: no face to lose.Call the bosses. call supervisors.Wont be in today to work for you.E-mail that girl whos 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 overHard crystal peaks: soft valleys too.Call the bosses. call for nurses.Unfit today to work for you.No wet excuses. absent without leave.Ill be her dayshift driver: exotic engineer.Stormy-eyed on the edge of night:(december, eastern time: late afternoon.)Atlantic city tight behind.Trump casina calls pontoon.Gristle-burger, frazzled friesEnd this romantic interlude.Tomorrow mornings sweet awakeningCould hardly prove to be as rude.Make the journey. make amends.Work some hasty overtime in lieu.No wet excuses. absent without leave.Ill be her dayshift driver: exotic engineer.
