Flame Trees - by Cold Chisel.
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Written by Steve Prestwich/Don Walker
From `Twentieth Century`
Kids out driving Saturday afternoon pass me by
I`m just savouring familiar sights
We share some history, this town and I
And I can`t stop that long forgotten feeling of her
Try 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 that she won`t be around.
But Ah! Who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway
Takes more than just a memory to make me cry
I`m happy just to sit here round a table with old friends
And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies.
There`s a girl falling in love near where the pianola stands
With her young local factory out-of-worker, 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.