Roddy Woomble Follow

Nothing to think about
Nothing much to see
Only the blue of your eyes
And your disguise is similar to mine
But it won't be enough to take us away
From this old town

Long ago
It's impossible to know
There were no paths before I came
Another day's gone
But I've still nothing to show
I'd been better off leaving

Nothing to else to think about
Nothing much to see
The calm and the blue of your eyes
Local pride comes and goes
And it blows our money around
Into the stones that build our town
That I guess I'll see you around
Still angry with what's been wasted

All that wear and tear
It's impossible to know
Which path is my own
What would the community think
If I left my home
For more than a minute now
You've got to love this old town
It's a fine place to keep on living
Back down around the streets of this old town

All of my dreams happen in this old town
And here I watch the whole world
Without leaving
There's a hollow random sound
Follows me round this old town
Creeps into the larks/locks? of our town
And it'll shut off the lights of this old town