Flame Trees Songtext
von Scott Matthew

Kids are driving, it′s a Saturday afternoon just passed me by
And I'm just savouring familiar sights
We′ve shared some history, this town and I
But I can't stop that long forgotten feeling of her
It's time to book a room and stay the night

Number one is to find old friends and say ′you′re doing well'
After all this time, you boys, you look just the same
Number two, it′s a happy hour at one of two hotels
Settle in to play 'do you remember so and so?′
Number three is never say her name

Oh the flame trees, they blind the weary driver
And there's nothing left could set fire to this town
There′s no change, there's no pace
Everything is in its place
Just makes it harder to believe she won't be around


Who needs that sentimental bullshit anyway?
It takes more than a memory to make me cry
I′m just happy to be sitting round this table with old friends
Seeing which one of us tells the biggest lie
But there′s a girl, she's falling in love by the pianola stand
With a young factory worker, now they′re holding hands
And I'm wondering if he′ll go or if he'll stay

Oh the flame trees, they blind the weary driver
And there′s nothing left could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everything is in its place
Just makes it harder to believe she won′t be around

Oh the flame trees, they blind the weary driver
And there′s nothing left could set fire to this town
There's no change, there′s no pace
Everything is in its place
Just makes it harder to believe she won't be around