Let me make a small confession
To be honest with you all
Memories of good times past
Still have their call
I'd like to make a resolution
To spend a little time alone
Away from the papers and the busy days
And the telephone
I don't want to sneer at the downbeat life
I never want to part from my pretty wife
But the gossip and the wine
Take up too much time
When I ought to be far away
Far away
This is my inclination
When ambitions pull me down
To swing the doors on the lunch time bores
And get out of town
I can't make an invitation
You'll never know what I mean
On the road with an unsafe load
And a juke-box queen
I don't want to live those times again
I just want the peace to remember
When Saturday night was a cellarful of sin
Singing songs from far away
Far away