Small Town

Small Town

Robyn Martin

There's not much here that happens

And when it does everybody knows

I practised double clutching

On these big old wide dirt roads

And we'd look for love

And a villies pie at the footy on a Saturday

Muckin' round searching for myself

And they'd call me by my Daddy's name

This small town has its secrets

This small town doesn't change real fast

Is this small town big enough to hold me

If I show my cards?

This small town's full of dust and dirt

But this small town has a big old sky

Is this small town big enough to hold me

When I'm ready to fly?

Is this small town big enough to hold me

When I'm ready to fly?

In year 8 art I painted

The desert pea on a stobie pole

And my netball team's still up there

In spray paint on the silo

I was taught perspective

With a flat horizon and a straight road

There's some can't wait to leave here

And there are some who will never go

This small town has its secrets

This small town doesn't change real fast

Is this small town big enough to hold me

If I show my cards?

This small town's full of dust and dirt

But this small town has a big old sky

Is this small town big enough to hold me

When I'm ready to fly?

Is this small town big enough to hold me

When I'm ready to fly?

I've hung around enough to know

Not everybody fits the mould

I wouldn't say I'm a brave girl

I'm good at doing what I'm told

But I held her hand

And we jumped from the jetty

And I shimmered like the heat haze

And I wondered did she notice

And what would everybody say?

This small town has its secrets

This small town doesn't change real fast

Is this small town big enough to hold me

If I show my cards?

This small town's full of dust and dirt

But this small town has a big old sky

Is this small town big enough to hold me

When I'm ready to fly?

Is this small town big enough to hold me

When I'm ready to fly?

There's not much here that happens

And when it does everybody knows