Kids out driving, Saturday afternoon just pass me by
I'm just savouring familiar sights
We shared some history, this town and I
And I can't stop that long forgotten feeling of her
It's time to book a room, stay tonight
And number one is to find some friends to say, "You're doing well
And after all this time, you boys look just the same"
And number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels
And settle in to play "Do you remember?", so and so
And number three is never say her name
And, oh, the flame trees will blind the weary driver (oh-oh-oh)
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
And 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, who needs that sentimental bullshit anyway?
Takes more than just a memory to make me cry
And I'm happy just to sit here, 'round this table with old friends
And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies
And there's a girl, she's falling in love
Near where the pianola stands
With a young local factory out of worker, just 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 (oh-oh-oh)
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
And there's no change, there's no pace (ooh-la-la-la, ooh-la-la)
Everything within its place (ooh-la-la-la, ooh-la-la)
Makes it harder to believe
That she won't be around
And, oh, the flame trees will blind weary driver (oh-oh-oh)
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
And there's no change, there's no pace (ooh-la-la-la, ooh-la-la)
Everything within its place (ooh-la-la-la, ooh-la-la)
And makes it harder to believe
That she won't be around
