Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cold Chisel
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Walker
Composer
Steve Prestwich
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cold Chisel
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Kids out drivin' Saturday afternoon just pass me by
And I'm just savorin' familiar sights
We shared some history, this town and I
And I can't stop that long forgotten feelin' of her
Time to book a room and stay tonight
[Verse 2]
Number one is to find some friends to say, you're doin' well
After all this time, you boys look just the same
Number two is the happy hour at one or two hotels
I'm settled in to play to you, do you remember so-and-so?
Number three is never say her name
[Verse 3]
Oh, the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothin' else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everythin' within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around
[Verse 4]
No, who needs that sentimental bullshit anyway
Well, 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
[Verse 5]
And there's a girl just fallin' in love
Near where the pianola stands
With a young local factory auto worker, just holdin' hands
And I'm wonderin' if he'll go or if he'll stay
Do you remember nothin' stopped us on the field in our day
[Verse 6]
Oh, the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothin' else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everythin' within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around
[Verse 7]
Oh, the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothin' else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everythin' within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around
Written by: Don Walker, Steve Prestwich