Tell Me About Your Day

Tell me, all about your day
So good to hear from you
Tell me all about 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, and little black boys dancing
They've got beer bottle tops on the bottoms of their shoes
Everyone is drinking but me
It's St. Patrick's Day
Drunken people on the streets, faces painted grassy 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 all about your day
It 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 of this distance spoils the view
As I was walking around I came across a thrift 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 all about your day
It 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