There's a cone in the river and a Safeway's trolley overturned
By the pre-postmodern business centre someone forgot to burn down
The town was where we met but it could all have been so different
Well I'd been here for ever - sixteen years that felt like more
And you'd think it was clever not to venture far from your front door round here
Wait for the afterlife, sing up in church and drown out all the voices that say,
"I'm ok and how d'you do and what was it I meant to do, well what are you supposed to do but give the kids something to do but hang around"
She was there in the fun bar - no-one goes expecting fun
Don't recall why I went there - no-one goes for just the one round here
They put a brave face on, commiserate, reflect on their bad choices and say,
"I'm ok and how d'you do and what was it I meant to do, well what are you supposed to do but give the kids something to do but hang around"