Down in the street
Under the still budding trees
You feel the pull of the reservoir
But that water's not for me
And downtown
The people walk around
You try to find, what you lost
But it's nowhere to be found
Put your shoes on
We're going
To the fairground
Oh, Oh we've got nothing to prove
She's in the backyard
Catching rays with her sister
Tried to call, an hour ago
But I guess I just missed her
Down in the street
Under the still budding trees
You feel the pull of the reservoir
But that water's not for me
Put your shoes on
We're going
To the fairground
Oh, Oh we've got nothing to prove
Put your shoes on
We're going
To the fairground
Oh, Oh we've got nothing to prove