Where will we be?
She puts on Giant Sand and listens to Gelb
Looking so sad and cold and out of place
She’s leaving me, I know, it’s part of the show
She won’t say but I know she wants to go
Oh you’re not fooling me one bit
I know it even if you won’t admit
That our hearts together have grown so cold
Trust me on this one, I don’t need to be told
So you light up a joint and your drink your wine
And I wonder yeah, were you ever mine?
You look out the window, say you can’t talk to me
I follow your gaze, but tomorrow where will we be?
Tomorrow where will we be?
She talks about a trip to South Africa, along the coast
To visit old friends and the old British trading posts
Tales of slaves, Boers and all, anything really
Anything so she won’t have to say how she feels about me