Sulky boy, what are you mad about?
Save that dirty talk for the telephone
It’s exactly what you thought it was
But it’s not like you can’t come along

Or just wait around
Half past three you’ll see them
Two lovers who can’t sit down
So awkward
Oh, you know it’s not like in those catalogs

So come on sun make it through the fog
It’s what happens today
To someone who wanders
A hand to the face
You hit the water and go under the waves
Down, down

In a straight line
No hesitation

Hotel bars and business cards
Kissing photographs full on the mouth
When he finally called you just cut him off
I’m sorry I just couldn’t help but laugh

Well, that was last night
Now he won’t be coming back for more
You let him know for sure
He said he’s fine but something in his eyes
All those hours by the swimming pool

So go back to LA
Get your papers in order
Head back for the sun
You hit the water and sink under the waves
Down, down

In a straight line
Such a short vacation

For a sunny day it’s kind of cold