Elvis of the night

Holly goes to work everyday at a little store down on Mobile Bay
A tacky tourist trap called Gizmo's Gadget Giftshop
She decorates the window with an array of useless items
Like coffee mugs and bamboo steamers
Earrings and Kleenex box covers made from shells
But hidden in the middle is a purple satin pillow she made for him
She sewed his name in gold and fringe is in the fold around the rim

And Elvis is the king of her life
His head encased in velvet hangs above her bed at night
The dark haired man that she dreams of can't stand up in the light
And she cries out to her Elvis of the night

And Holly smiles inside each time she sees someone who reminds her
A look a walk a talk just like Elvis
She imagines what he would be like at home alone with her
Engaging in a fantasy of an event she knows she'll never be
With the real him

Reality is cold and Holly's getting older and her future ain't bright
Her husband's up and gone and he's left her all alone
And she'll never know why

And Elvis is the king of her life
His head encased in velvet hangs above her bed at night
But Holly's taking care of TCB with the never fading memory
Of the one and only king of her life

Why can't she find a man just like Elvis
Why can't she find a man to give her what she needs
Why can't she understand that there's no such thing in this world

Holly met a man today at the little story down on Mobile Bay
And be was just like Elvis