I heard you were back in the country Looking for me ♪ That your heart was broken And your head was clean Down here on the carpet Of stale smoke and witch dreams
Motel and Carr Mill An empty stomach of weed
Left me a note, explaining Reasons for your leave ♪ Stuck here, no answers No peace A train to the coast Four hours, once a week ♪ In the pub corner Surrounded by creeps
They spoke of the violence And racist police ♪ In old red bricks And ten cups of tea
This place was forgotten From history ♪ I lay in silence Before we arrange to meet
The mirror was small And behind lots of trees ♪ My head was empty My life was discreet ♪ A lot has changed Now a lot means to me