Tekst
Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just pass me by
And 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
Time to book a room and 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
And settle in to play, "Do you remember so-and-so?"
And number three is never say her name
And 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 that she won't be around
And oh, who needs that sentimental bullshit anyway?
You know it takes more than just a memory to make me cry
And I'm happy just to sit here, at 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, 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 day?
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 that she won't be around
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 that she won't be around
