Tropicana Blues

WRITTEN BY CHRISTOPH BOUET

Your picture came down in eighty-four
Killed itself on the playground walls
And all these actors couldn't afford
The overdose and drunken brawls
Rock music makes you guys insane
Tom waits since Joan left this place
But she just hangs out, down the lane
Around the palms, where girls play at being men

A long way back for you
Don't talk about the past, you fool
A long way back for me
Get into my time in ya' dreams

She throws off her wig, she's young and sad
She stops to dance and tries to ignore
The old drunk who sat on the bed
Still snorin' down on the floor
Maybe you'll get new towels next morning
And the room maid knocks at your door
But I'll bet you'll just hear him moaning
While headin' to the liquor store

A long way back for you
Don't talk about the past, you fool
A long way back for me
Get into my time in ya' dreams

I'm a traveler in time, you know
With an open mind, I carry on
Don't need no junk, no horse in the snow
Time ain't movin', I'm driftin' back alone
He sits and waits for the night
A gun in his hand feels right
The evening show in black and white
A story that makes you laugh and cry