Zambia

It starts with a twitch and works its way up to a smile as the woman from the magazine introduces you. There's a long line of fools just waiting to be told what to do as the man of the cloth is zipping up his fly. The Reverend comes forth and he takes your hand and he blesses you and you notice he wears a rolex made of gold. It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska Backed into the corner, suffocating in the scent you swore you're never wind up here again. Your eyes are upon her, as she's handing you the telephone, and you tell the wife "I'll be working late tonight." Lights go down. As your eyes roll back you think to yourself that It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia It's dark at the other side of my smile It starts with a twitch that you can't quite work into a smile As the woman from the magazine can't recall your name. The reverend's out cold and the fools have started throwing things then the lights come up and you realize it's people like these that make me think that It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia It's dark at the other side of my smile It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia It's dark at the other side of my smile Smile -