Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just pass me by.
I’m just savouring familiar sights.
We’ve 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 and say «You’re doing well.
After all this time you boys look just the same.»
Number two is the happy hour at one or two hotels,
And settle into play «Do you remember so and so?».
And number three is never say her name.
And oh the flame trees go by the weary driver
And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town.
There’s no change, there’s no pace,
Everything within this place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be around.
No. Who needs that sentimental bullshit anyway.
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 auto worker.
Just holding hands.
And I’m wondering if he’ll go or if he’ll stay.
Do you remember nothing stopped us. Oh the feel, well in our day.
And oh the flame trees go by the weary driver
And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town.
There’s no change, there’s no pace,
Everything within this place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be around.
Oh the flame trees go by the weary driver
And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town.
There’s no change, there’s no pace,
Everything within this place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be around.