Testo Luxury - The Waitresses

Luxury

Dah-town! doldrums!
Depression’s a local custom
If I had waited 'til I had the money
I’d have never left it
Found no exit
Every reason to stay
Was reason to get out of there faster
Yet sixteen postcards later
Can’t believe that I’ve made it here
To a cafe by a river
Where street lamps shame the lovers
And any time I want to
I can be one of them
Told that crazy Russian
To practice his jazz driving
With some other hitch-hiker
At land’s end, lovely weather
But weird food, weirder water
«Heads'»? I stay, «Tails»? back on the train
I meet this Charlie
With a package at the border
No questions, if there’s a jam
Claim I’m Canadian
At last, wild and reckless
'Fore I could say I wasn’t that kind of girl, I was
At the corner of a one-way and nowhere
Some city, can’t pronounce the name
Got lost, on purpose
Careful, cautious kept me home
Big teasers, promised plenty
Here I’ve got nothing, and nothing is, nothing is
luxury
Trick English, Italian gestures, survival French
Got me in the casino
An evening at the wheels
A double zero won a mercenary
Who bought me drinks and dinner
But I had enough of soldiers
Last seat on the last express
To «I'll know when I get there»
How the world is stuck together
As long as there is motion
There’ll be adventures