Close your eyes, and go to sleep,
From the howling, howling, over these streets,
People stare, 'cause you're so mad,
That wild, wild spark, that innocent laugh
But baby that's this town,
It won't happen next time,
Yeah baby that's this town,
Lovers on love downs,
It's this town to be blamed.
At the top of the block, there's a church,
At the top of the tower there's the clock,
And it rings, and it sighs,
'Cause there's no time, for all these lies,
But baby that's this town,
It won't happen next time,
Yeah baby that's this town,
Lovers on love downs,
It's this town to be blamed.
Baby take a walk, round to my house,
Throw off these tired eyes and tears, and these frowns,
Take that lane, so narrow and deep,
And walk those regrets, that fill your sleep,
You say your sleep is naked,b
And your dreams are clothed,
But what about your footsteps,
Who sees them go,
Who lets you know, about these things,
Who's gonna say, the things we think,
So take your keys, and pack your bags,
But leave your books, and leave your maps.
'Cause baby that's this town,
It won't happen next time,
Yeah baby that's this town,
It won't happen next time,
Yeah baby that's this town,
It won't happen next time,
Sure baby that's this town,
Lovers on love downs,
It's this town to be blamed.
It's this town to be blamed.
Work, work, work,
Rain, rain, rain,
Home, home, home,
Again, again again,
Work, work, work,
Rain, rain, rain,
Home, home, home,
Again, again again,
Words and Music - James Prime, Ricky Ross