|
There must be a thousand songs to sing about this place |
|
But the air is dry, not a single word can I embrace |
|
And no one wants to talk on this train |
|
No one leaves a trace, but I know |
|
You listen, listen with your eyes, it's what I found |
|
In this town |
|
Listen, you listen with your eyes, it's what I found |
|
In this town |
|
You have held a million tales, but I still hear no name |
|
I think it's a crime but where am I supposed to hang the blame |
|
And no one wants to talk on this train |
|
And I think it's a shame, 'cause I know |
|
You listen, you listen with your eyes, it's what I found |
|
In this town. Listen, you listen with your eyes, it's what I've |
|
Found, in this town, town, town. Listen you listen with your eyes |
|
It's what I've found in this town |
