Annie Moscow: Songs

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

Where are we going for the holidays
Used to be my Mom’s or yours
Or maybe one place for dinner
Then one for dessert
A regular Thanksgiving Tour de Force

But that was before your parents divorced
And we moved ‘cross the country from mine
And we all got busy with our own busy lives
It’s getting harder and harder now to
Find the time

And it’s all dissipating
More and more with every season
Dissipating more and more and more

Now I don’t want to pretend it was
Some perfect time
‘Cause it wasn’t that way at all
We’d just open up the closets and we’d
Watch the skeletons fall
Then on the plane on the way back home we’d say
That was the holiday from hell
Well I guess we got tired year after year
Tryin’ to act like all was well
Well well now

It’s all dissipating
More and more with every season
Dissipating more and more and more

Blood might be thicker than water
But it sure ain’t thicker than glue
‘Cause I don’t know what or why or how
But I can’t seem to hold on these days to any of you

It’s all dissipating
More and more with every season
Dissipating more and more and more