So, as you can tell by the size of this stage, we've got a few sort of guests coming along. And rather than just get up here and pin you to the back of the wall like we normally do, we thought we'd try a few different things. Right here, we're going to start off with one that you probably know. Kids are driving Saturday afternoon, just pass me by. And I'm just savoring familiar sights. We've shared some history, this town and I. And I can't stop that long forgotten feeling I've heard. It's time to book a room and stay the night. And number one is to find some friends to say you're doing well. And after all this time, you boys look just the same. And number two is a happy hour at one of two hotels. And settling to play to you, remember so and so. And number three is never say her name. And all the flame trees will ride the weary driver. And there's nothing else can set fire to this town. And there's no change, there's no pace. Everything within its face just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around. And oh, who needs that sentimental bullshit anyway? You know it takes more than just a memory to make me cry. And I'm happy just to sit here around this 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 piano stands. With a young local factory out of work and they're 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? And all the flame trees will ride the weary driver. And there's nothing else can set fire to this town. And there's no change, there's no pace. Everything within its face just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around. And all the flame trees will ride the weary driver. And there's nothing else can set fire to this town. And there's no change, there's no pace. Everything within its face just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around.