Geneva take her to yourself
And watch her while she rests
She talks of you as home.
I'll try to get to her somehow
While in your arms she lies
I hope she will not feel alone.
And I, for the many things I’ve done
Carry on and play the same songs
Cos I never knew a better way of loving.
Do you?
For she is so young and my dreams
Will see me playing for the screaming ladies of Los Angeles
And when I decided that would be my stage
I was her age.
I remember that was a tender time for me.
Geneva. Easter's been and gone
And fate has played its hand
And I am on my own.
But warm, is the hand that holds my arm
And always leads me on so I never can stay long.
So smile, I'll see you in a while
As a tourist and a child
But not a loser
For you new love is a very much harder
Thing to have.
For I am still young
And it’s true
That I don’t forget and I don’t regret and I ain't going to
And as I wipe away all the traces of Lisa blues
It is my shoes
That walk across the stage for the applause.
Geneva take her to yourself
And watch her while she rests
Because she talks of you as home
nah, got stranded there once and i had a broken leg so stayed in the hotel wanking and getting pissed while 5 of my ski buddies went into town and spent 9k in a whore house.....hope that helps?