souvenirs

welcome to the hotel in california, he pushes her chair and wheels her inside, they can hear the train and wonder where it's going, tuesday's rain, tuesday's rain, they used to not dare but now they love to go dancing, and with a little swivel he can spin her around, 'cause when love shows its face, the rest just falls into your place, and all of the pain, all of the pain, that followed the lady in waiting, lady in waiting, for a heart not alone anymore, riding on a bus on the way to the airport, a couple stares, she knows the feeling well, but like her father used to say: "forgive and walk away", tuesday's rain, tuesday's rain, tuesday's rain