And I sing this beautiful song for the city I once loved

Kids out driving saturday afternoon just pass me by, I’m just savouring familiar sights. We shared some history, this town and I. And I can’t stop that long forgotten feeling of her, but it’s time to book a room to stay tonight. Number one is to find some friends to say “you’re doing well, after all this time you boys look just the same”. Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels settle in to play “Do you remember so and so”? Number three is never say her name. Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver and there’s nothing else could set fire to this town; there’s no change, there’s no pace everything within its place just makes it harder to believe she won’t be around. Who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway? Takes more than just a memory to make me cry, and I’m happy just to sit here round a table with old friends and see which one of us can tell the biggest lies. And there’s a girl, she’s falling in love near where the pianola stands with a young local factory out-of-worker; they’re just holding hands. And I’m wondering if he’ll go or if he’ll stay. Do you remember, nothing stopped us on the field in our days?
Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town
There’s no change, there’s no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe she won’t be around.


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