Kids are driving Saturday afternoon, just pass me by
And I'm just savoring familiar sights
We shared some history, this town and I
The night can't stop that long forgotten feeling of her
Time to book a room to stay tonight
Number one is to find some friends to say you're doing well
After all this time your 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
And number three is never say her name
Oh the flame trees were blind the way it dried
Oh the flame trees were blind the way it dried

And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everything within this place just makes it harder to believe
That she won't be around
But oh, who needs that sentimental bullshit anyway
Takes more than just a memory to make me cry
And I'm happy just to sit at a table with old friends
And I'm happy just to sit at a table with old friends
And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies
And there's a girl just falling in love where the pianola stands
With a young operators out of work and Just holding her hand








hands
and I'm
wondering if
he'll go or
if he'll stay
Do you
remember
nothing stopped us
on a field
in our day
Oh
those flame
trees
blind
weary
dry
And there's
nothing else
set fire
to this town
There's
no change
there's no pace
Everything
within this
place just makes
it
hard
to see
Harder
to believe
She won't
be around
Oh
the flame
trees will
blind the weary
dry
And there's
nothing else
set fire
to this town
There's
nothing else
set fire to this



There's
no pace
Everything
within this
place just
makes it
harder to
believe
She won't
be around