The kids are driving and Saturday afternoon just passed 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
In time to book a room and stay tonight
Number 1 is to find some friends and say "you're doing well --
After all this time you boys look just the same"
Number 2 is the Happy Hour at one of two hotels
And settle in to play "Do you remember so-and-so"
Number 3 is never say her name
And oh the flame trees'll blind a weary driver
And there's nothing that can 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, who needs that sentimental bullshit anyway
It takes more than just a memory to make me cry
And I'm happy just to sit here at a table with old friends
And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies
And there's a girl, she's fallin' in love near where the pianola stands
With a young local factory auto worker -- just holdin' 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