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Awol - Jethro Tull

Written by：Ian Anderson

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 casina calls pontoon

Gristle-burger frazzled fries

End this romantic interlude

Tomorrow mornings sweet awakening

Could hardly prove to be as rude

Make the journey make amends

Work some hasty overtime in lieu

No wet excuses absent without leave

I'll be her dayshift driver exotic engineer