Tell Me About Your Day

Tell me all about your day
 So good to hear from you
 Tell me 'bout 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
 Little black boys dancing
 They got beer bottle tops
 On the bottoms of their shoes
 Every one 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 'bout your day
 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 this distance spoils the view
 As I was walking around
 I came across a free 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 about your day
 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