"Ski Chalet" lyrics

Don't need that road to get back home
But I take it anyway to help recall
Times which are not far away
Back on the hill in the ski chalet

Now my friends have gone out into the world
To take the horns of the bull
I'm still here in this pit playing in the band
With a little Houdini on my hand

But when it pulls you in and wraps you up
There's no reason you'd wanna grow old

Wait and see, the weekend brings
All my friends back to me
And when it drops, lap it up
These times are few and far between

Now I can see the craze is in your face
But that officers got a can of mace
Maybe we should take it home and off to sleep
And get this circus off the street

But when it pulls you in and wraps you up
There's no reason you'd wanna grow old

Wait and see, the weekend brings
All my friends back to me
And when it drops, lap it up
These times are few and far between