Travelling Shoes

Young man, feel old

Looking with scorn at the tasteless, feeling bored

Wearing his PJ's at the hippie cafe

Everybody stares at him that way

Skateboard, council park

Gets a little scary after dark

There's nothing to do

If feels like there is only two sane people

And they're leaving soon

It's a town of perfect isolation

Holding her close, though you don't really want her

He's got those magic balloons

He's brought his travelling shoes

He's got a unique style

And he's been yearning for a while

He knows he's got to go away, away

He gazes at the sky

And like departure passes by

He knows he's got to go away

He sees an afternoon on fire

Hay fever season

He sees made-up girls in Hondas

His glasses tease 'em

At the swimming pools and malls with black big jeans and flirting

The crash is in the air

He'll give them his time but he doesn't wanna share it

He wants to be anywhere but here

In a town of perfect isolation

Holding her close, though you don't really want her

He's got those magic balloons

He's brought his travelling shoes

He's got a unique style

And he's been yearning for a while

He knows he's got to go away, away

He gazes at the sky

And like departure passes by

He knows he's got to go away