Shore Leave

Shore Leave - Tom Waits (湯姆·威茲)

Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart

I rolled down the national stroll

And with a big fat paycheck

Strapped to my hip sack

And a shore leave wristwatch underneath

My sleeve

In a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels

I rowed down the gutter to the Blood Bank

And I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga

And was in a bad need of a shave

And so I slopped at the corner on cold chow mein

And shot billards with a midget

Until the rain stopped

And I bought a long sleeved shirt

With horses on the front

And some gum and a lighter and a knife

And a new deck of cards (with girls on the back)

And I sat down and wrote a letter to my wife

And I said Baby I'm so far away from home

And I miss my Baby so

I can't make it by myself

I love you so

Well I was pacing myself

Trying to make it all last

Squeezing all the life

Out of a lousy two day pass

And I had a cold one at the Dragon

With some Filipino floor show

And talked baseball with a lieutenant

Over a Singapore sling

And I wondered how the same moon outside

Over this Chinatown fair

Could look down on Illinois

And find you there

And you know I love you Baby

And I'm so far away from home

And I miss my Baby so

I can't make it by myself

I love you so

Shore Leave

Shore Leave