White chairs By the window As the snow blows Across the lawn She's down in the basement Hanging pictures on the wall Places Have you noticed You've got one town Where you belong Slow taste Of the intake Can you slow down And be alone Oh Drive away And come to the show I wrote a song for you I've seen witches On the streets of ulster Late eyes By the windows Have a strange love Of their own And they know All the answers They're spinning records Like off the wall Cancers Roll your windows You've got your town Where they belong