Void Contact

Lyrics

Verse 1
Juliana was the local saint
She knew she had her head on straight
She always had everything well under control
She always said she had the perfect life
She’s always been the perfect wife
but, like all lies, both of these are taking their toll
Chorus 1
She packs her bags
Heads out of the house with no place in her mind
Who knows what she’ll find
On her holiday
She’s on a holiday
Verse 2
Jeff heads home from a trying day
It seems he always feels this way
He’s looking forward to his Scotch with dinner tonight
He sees the driveway, but the house is dark
He rolls to a stop; puts his car in “Park”
anger rises as he readies himself for a fight
Chorus 2
But when he gets inside, Juliana's gone
He can’t hear a sound
no place to be found ‘cause she’s on a holiday
She’s well on her way
Bridge
No more being just a wife
no more of the pain
No more listening to her cry
No more of his shame
No more of the endless fights
Breaking plates again and again
She’s gone as the castle’s falling down on her holiday
Verse 3
Juliana felt a little faint
cause she knew she finally had her head on straight
For once in her life, she knew it was under control
She was done with the “perfect” life
She would never again be just a wife
She knew that she was right deep down in her soul
Chorus 1
Cause She packed her bags
Headed out of the house with no place in her mind
Who knows what she’ll find
On her holiday
She’s on a holiday