THE VACATION

by Harry Bryant   Jul 27, 2004




THE VACATION

Here it is saturday morning, sun shining bright,
you'll be on that island, long before night,
check in at the motel,get a beautiful room,
cant wait till nightfall, just to look at the moon,
then memories come calling, yes calling on you,
the music is playing, the song is the blues,
grass skirts are a swaying, to a uke tune,
nights are so cool now, it isnt last june,
you go to a clam bake, to get you some food,
most couples are dancing, but your not in the mood,

your mind is just wandering, back home to a friend,
you wish he was with you,oh the time you could spend,
just being together, all thru the week,
loving each other, your knees getting weak,
romance is blooming ,you look everywhere,
your lover is missing, he just isnt there,

at home I am pining, just to be there with you,
my moon isnt shining, my dream wont come true,
I am unhappy while you are gone,
I miss you so much, for you I do long,
so hurry home honey, but have a good time,
I'll be here waiting, with you on my mind,
what ever you do dear, where ever you go,
the music you do hear, means I love you so.

it is now a week later, your plane is in sight,
and I am so eager to see you tonight.
put your arms round me, hold me so tight,
just keep me grounded, my heart is so light,

vacation is over till this time next year,
I hope you had a good time, and you thought of me dear,
now I am so happy you're back home, dont you see,
I dont like your going away without me,

written by harry bryant
September 10, 2000 1:10:08 PM ©
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