lyrics
It’s not so much like déjà vu
It’s more like not again
Every time I see you it’s the same
As morning turns to afternoon the day heads south again
What did I do this time yesterday
Don’t call me up ‘cause I’m on vacation
What are you thinking?
Sandy beaches, foreign names
My dog-eared travel guide
What does it take to get away
Woke up at dawn and walked ‘til dark
Got turned around and got real lost
In case you’re wondering, that’s what I did today
And now you can’t call me up ‘cause I’m on vacation
What are you thinking?
What are you thinking?
Leave me alone
Whenever I talk to you got my sunglasses on
Suitcases packed and passport drawn
‘Til I’m sure you’re gone
It’s not so much a coup d’etat, saudade or a coup de grace
Those foreign phrases never get it right
No this feeling that I get is an American form of regret
It’s more like “What’ll I do this time tomorrow?”
Why don’t you call me up ‘cause I’m on vacation
And I’ve got plenty of time now
I’ve got plenty of time now
I’ve got plenty of time now
credits
from
Vacations,
released April 7, 2007
Dave - Piano, Singing
Billy Oh - Violin
Dominic Johnson - Viola
Rebekah Heller - Bassoon
Greg Nergaard - Bass
Brad Piekielko - Drums
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