Jethro Tull - Awol lyrics

Stormy-eyed on the edge of dawn...

Nose pressed against the triple glaze

Floor to ceiling, wall to wall

Silent traffic streams both ways.

Along the fussy freeway drivers

Dream of Sunday barbecues

Of a sudden, seems I can barely

Face my self... no face to lose.

Call the bosses

Call supervisors

Won't be in today to work for you.

E-mail that girl who's working nights

She can dress down for this wind and rain

Leave her new Korean compact...

Let some cabbie take the strain.

Take a shower

Take big espresso

Take to the hills, and take a view

Little black dress stretching over

Hard crystal peaks; soft valleys too.

Call the bosses

Call for nurses

Unfit today to work for you.

No wet excuses

Absent without leave

I'll be her dayshift driver... exotic engineer.

Stormy-eyed on the edge of night...

(December, Eastern time... late afternoon)

Atlantic City tight behind.

Trump casino calls pontoon

Gristle-burger, frazzled fries

End this romantic interlude.

Tomorrow morning's sweet awakening

Could hardly prove to be as rude

Make the journey

Make amends

Work some hasty overtime in lieu.

No wet excuses

Absent with-out leave

I was her dayshift driver... exotic engineer.