This Place — текст песни (Little River Band)

Busted doors and broken women hang out in the street
Faces unfamiliar turn to stare and not to greet
And the old cafГ© door`s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing
There`s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow
Wondering what the hell I`m doin`

This place used to be my home
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothin` and no one`s grown
In this place, I used to call my home

The old tree on the hill`s still standin`
Where my baby and I used to lay down
She taught me about livin`, lovin` and life
My first and only love from this town
And the plain old houses seem like long lost friends
But most have been torn down
I guess they tried to make way for some kinda progress
So hard to find in this town

This place used to be my home
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothin` and nobody`s grown
In this place, I used to call my home

Fields of green and lazy skies
Golden memories just pass me by
When you go back, well, it`s never the same
I know it`s true
But I`m still hooked on you … and this place

The old cafГ© door`s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing
There`s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow
Wonderin` what the hell I`m doin`

This place used to be my home
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothin` and no one`s grown
In this place …

This place used to be my home
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothin` and no one`s grown
In this place, I used to call my home