Michael Ward - Roman Holiday Lyrics

He could be walking his dog
Or maybe washing his car
Working the angles or maybe driving for par
He could be praying for rain
Or barely paying his rent
Banking on good luck the he hasn't spent
Ask his mother where he's gone
Say where is that bright eyed boy?
And why's he gone so long?
And she might tell you he's on a Roman holiday
He could be minding the store
Keeping bad news at bay
There as the big boy
For the bad news that stays
He could be changing his ways
Maybe meeting his mate
Sorting the options at war on his plate
Ask his mother where he's gone
Say where is that bright eyed boy?
And why's he gone so long?
And she might tell you he's on a Roman holiday
Every morning he would tool up
Talk to his maker talk to his maker
Gather all of his cool up
Cock his money maker cock his money maker
Head out on the airport road
Rocking in red zone so rocky and windblown
A sun that you won't find at home
Well the line is so long
And the openings few
So much will depend on what your daddy might do
Your place in this life is determined by pay
So, don't wonder whose kids they'll be shipping away
Ask his mother where he's gone
Say where is that bright eyed boy?
And why's he gone so long?
And she might tell you he's on a Roman holiday
Ask his mother where he's gone
Say where is that bright eyed boy?
And why's he gone so long?
And she might tell you he's on a Roman holiday
He's on a Roman holiday
He's on a Roman holiday