The Calendar Song

Wish I was going some place tropical
Wish I was going to Portugal
I wanna walk the streets of Oporto
I wanna be someone that I don’t know

Floating blind in a highway bed
Sleep-speeding towards oblivion
Lay me down in a sea of dreams
Take me away from where I’ve been

Obelisk overlooking the
Dirty rivers, smells chemical-sweet
Sun shines down on Glasgow greens
I feel the future coming fast towards me

Northern soul on a midnight boat
Play the slots, hope to win your ones
I’m thinking about jumping overboard
I’d take you with me everywhere I go

Cross your days off a calendar map
How long you been gone? How long you got left?
Only a fool would live their life like that
Only a fool would live their life like that
Cross your days off a calendar map
How long you been gone? How long you got left?
Only a fool would live their life like that
Only a fool would live their life like that