Tell Me About Your Day

Tell me all about your day So good to hear from you Tell me 'bout your day Feels good to speak to you I'm in New Orleans It's just like you'd imagine Places selling jambalaya And cheap voodoo dolls Old guys busking Little black boys dancing They got beer bottle tops On the bottoms of their shoes Every one is drinking but me It's St Patrick's Day Drunken people on the streets Faces painted gra*sy green In the French Quarter A blond in a red bra Waves from the window It's like a slow motion movie Tell me all about your day So good to hear from you Tell me 'bout your day Feels good to speak to you So far, so far away So many towns, it feels like the same day I'm so far, so far from you All this distance spoils the view As I was walking around I came across a free store I found a cute dress in there Hanging on a damp brick wall It's a little bit old But glitzy, I like it I'm gonna wear it At the show tonight for sure Tell me all about your day So good to hear from you Tell me about your day Feels good to speak to you So far, so far away So many different towns It feels like the same day I'm so far, so far from you All this distance spoils the view