High Road - Tennis

[00:18.62]Up to this creek they come to meet
[00:21.99]Where they done days by the summer heat
[00:25.90]The sun is always in their eyes
[00:29.48]They hold their glasses like they'd rise
[00:32.95]On a clouded fair and gin they dine
[00:36.50]They're always losing track of time
[00:40.40]All sloppy men grow paradise
[00:44.04]They import everything that's nice
[00:47.47]Comfort is all what really heard
[00:51.10]Beaches are transient, they look
[00:55.08]Lover, too many to quote
[00:58.51]But better times they never show
[01:31.40]By now the dreams have all been dreamt
[01:34.43]All of the money has been spent
[01:38.30]The crashing surf upon the ground
[01:41.95]They know I never hear this sound
[01:45.43]Our life of middling at best
[01:48.86]Put that pro-touch-up to a rest
[01:52.81]Was either choice, they do not know
[01:56.37]That better times they never showed
[02:13.95]Paradise is all around
[02:17.40]But happiness is never found
[02:20.92]Paradise is all around
[02:24.38]But happiness is never found