Flame Trees (Live 1983)

(Two, three, four)

Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just pass me by

And I'm just savouring familiar sights

We share some history, this town and I

And I can't stop that long forgotten feeling of her

And try to book a room and stay the night

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

Oh, the flame trees will blind the weary driver

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

And oh, who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway?

You know it takes more than just a memory to make me cry

And I'm happy just to sit here, 'round a table with old friends

And see which one of them can tell the biggest lie

And there's a girl, she's falling in love, down where the pianola stands

With a local factory worker, just holding hands

And she's wondering if he'll go or if he'll stay

Do you remember, nothing stopped us on the field in our day?

And oh, the flame trees will blind the weary driver

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, come on

There's no change, there's no pace

Everything within its place

Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around