799. Holiday - Poor Moon

On a holiday
You won't be taking any calls
You won't be surrounded
By the same four walls
This will be the last time anyone hears your
Footsteps in the hall
Leaving through the front door
Feeling ten foot tall

Had to get away
Because you waited far too long
Needed time to listen to your favorite songs
And just about the time when everyone here
Noticed you were gone
You were making footprints in the sand at dawn

Far away
On a holiday
Far away

Far away
On a holiday
Far away