The Clientele - Emptily Through Holloway lyrics

Cancel the car to number ten Such a thick fog rolling in I played my cards on unreal gla** I left the party next to last Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on I don't know if I am really here at all Monday down to Friday night, I work all day Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway Forget my face, I won't be back I hear your friends have turned their backs When summer comes where Rose Street winds The longing makes you close your eyes It's unreal, so unreal To walk along these streets It's unreal, so unreal To close your eyes and breathe Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on I don't know if I am really here at all Monday down to Friday night, I work all day Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway