Flame trees

This reminds me SO much  of my  teenage years and the place I grew up in..

Kids out driving Saturday afternoon pass me by.
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.
Try to book a room to stay tonight.
Number one is to find some friends to say "You're doing well!"
"After all this time you boys look just the same. "
Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels.
Settle in to play "Do you remember so and so?"
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.
There's no change, there's no pace, Everything within its place,
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around.

But Ah! Who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway?
Takes more than just a memory to make me cry.
I'm happy just to sit here round a table with old friends,
And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies.

There's a girl falling in love near where the pianola stands.
With her 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.
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town.
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 the flame trees will blind the weary driver,
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town.
There's no change, there's no pace,
Everything within its place,
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around