fold
It starts with a twitch and works its way up
to a smile
as the woman from the magazine introduces
you.
There's a long line of fools just waiting to
be told what to do
as the man of the cloth is zipping up his
fly.
The Reverend comes forth and he takes your
hand and he blesses you and you notice he
wears a rolex made of gold.
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska
Backed into the corner, suffocating in the
scent
you swore you're never wind up here again.
Your eyes are upon her, as she's handing you
the telephone,
and you tell the wife "I'll be working late
tonight."
Lights go down.
As your eyes roll back you think to yourself
that
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's dark at the other side of my smile
It starts with a twitch that you can't quite
work into a smile
As the woman from the magazine can't recall
your name.
The reverend's out cold and the fools have
started throwing things
then the lights come up and you realize
it's people like these that make me think
that
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's dark at the other side of my smile
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's dark at the other side of my smile
Smile.