A struck match faded like a nervous laugh
Beyond the halo of a naked bulb
And your low voice mingles with your other half's School friends in second-hand clothes
Eventually your world will shrink within 4 walls
Of neglected debts and stolen stereos So move away Jimmy Blue
Before your small, small town turns around
And swallows you A drunk mother was the cue
For the legendary things that you do
Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face
Behind the old glue factory too So move away Jimmy Blue
Before your small, small town turns around
And swallows you and swallows you Wet feet visit the same old places
Yeah finding nothing new
It's a bin full of tissues from made-up faces
In a town full of nothing to do A love match with the moon
In a lay by, while insects hum and
You got put in the darkness of a woman's womb
Jimmy Blue, Jimmy Blue So move away
Turn around and move away yeah
Move away Jimmy Blue
Before your small, small town
Turns around and swallows you