Chasing my tail, on constant repeat
The weather’s not bad, but I don’t think this city’s for me
We could sail away and watch the city fall down
Like dominoes, in the distance, caught on the breeze
I’m turning this thing around
So lost in this town
Way back in my day when the pace was slow
When the sunshine slept it was safe to go
Where ever your feet would lead you
And your friends were strong enough to carry you home
I should have known when I pulled into town
I took the Smith Street turnoff
All the way to the sea
I just couldn’t see it,
I must have been blind
This used to be paradise, apparently
I’m turning this thing around
So lost in this town
Way back in my day when the pace was slow
When the sunshine slept it was safe to go
Where ever your feet would lead you
And your friends were strong enough to carry you home
The traffic sits at a standstill all across town
Plastic bits, on the beaches, golden brown
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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