Flame Trees

Written by：Don Walker/Steve Prestwich

Kids out driving Saturday afternoon

Just pass me by

I'm just savouring familiar sights

We shared some history

This town and I

And I can't stop that long forgotton feeling of her

Time to book a room and 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

Oh who needs that sentimental b******t anyway

You know it takes more than just a memory to make me cry

And I'm happy just to sit here round a table with old friends

And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies

And there's a girl she's falling in love near where the pianola stands

With a 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