A Broken Tenor

Lyrics

Red. Blue Where are you tonight You say everything just right everything's just right I live on a dead end street where men and women meet The countries really far from me Where the seasons get universal Yeah, the seasons get universal Why are you still surprised by a quart of gin and a quarter scotch A quiet airplane and a half-hour off the clock Where are you? Your hair knows Your hair knows the top of your T-shirt And your back was up in arms about it But I'm not as good as the interstates are; I can't take you that far To a Polish town in German tongues And in time with Irish rounds he thinks every Russian girl is you Did he hear? He didn't hear here