Small Town Songtext

von Morcheeba

You feel frozen
But you've been chosen
You lay there drunken
Your dream seems sunken

Your world's a small one
And you break the rules
You won't be fish
In a bowl of fools

Tired of stirring up your town
Tired of wearing that crown
Tired of sliding up and down
Tired of being you

Your work's no future
Your girl don't suit ya
You bowl won't serve you (?)
You have no nerve to

Take a break from this sad old school
Accross the lake
Lies a place that's col

Run you got a place to go
Run you got a boat to row
Run you got a face to show
Run while you can

The high street's sleeping
As friday's creeping
The shops are open
But their minds are closed

How is going but it's not their concern
They're talkin' stuff about you
That you never learned

Smile, you're on your own
Smile,'cause you are grown
Smile, you've lost your home
Smile to yourself