The Gardes - Jackson Carter's Log Lyrics

Sitting in a booth in Prague, drinking lager
Filling it out in Jackson Carter's Log
What is he writing there?
What is he thinking?
Well, I don't know
Why don't you ask him?

Sitting in a booth in Prague, drinking lager
Filling it out in Jackson Carter's Log
Spilling your heart to random strangers
And it's so familiar, you just know, yeah

Looking out the windowpane, rain is pouring
Looking at the world through a foreign film
Pitter patter raindrops on the roof
Sitting just a few feet from the truth

Holiday comes you find yourself
Holiday comes you find yourself
Holiday comes you find yourself alone
Holiday comes you find yourself
Holiday comes you find yourself
Holiday comes you find you're far from home

Sitting in a booth in Prague, drinking lager
Filling it out in Jackson Carter's Log
What is he writing there?
What is he thinking? I don't know

Holiday comes you find yourself alone
Holiday comes you find yourself alone
Holiday comes you find yourself
Holiday comes you find yourself
Holiday comes you find you're far from home

Look at all the adventures that you find
Why would anyone ever leave it behind?
Learning yourself a foreign tongue
You'll get the message later while your phone is rung, yeah

Holiday comes you find yourself alone
Holiday comes you find yourself alone
Holiday comes you find yourself
Holiday comes you find yourself
Holiday comes you find you're far from home

Holiday comes you find yourself alone
Holiday comes you find yourself alone
Holiday comes you find yourself
Holiday comes you find yourself
Holiday comes you find you're far from home