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

Waste your days counting what you've got left
What you should have had and what you'll never get back
Waste your days counting what you've got left
What you should have had and what you'll never get back
Only a fool would live their life like that