The Lucksmiths
motorscooter
I'll put this place behind me soon
For somewhere bright and shiny and new
These streets got smaller the more I grew
It might be trite but it's true
I'm walking home in the early evening
My fingers are numb and I can see myself breathing
I feel down and out, I feel like up-and-leaving
There's somewhere I'd rather be than here
I'm as good as my word, I'm as good as gone
Some days nothing can go wrong
And I feel strange and I feel strong
This is not where I belong
And I don't love you any more
And I don't love you any less
You're just as lovely as you were
The day we met
Let's get out of here
I'm looking forward to the future
I've got a good idea
And I've got a motorscooter
- :
- First Frost
- Warmer Corners
- Naturaliste
- Where Were We?
- Staring At The Sky
- Happy Secret
- What Bird Is That?
- The Green Bicycle Case
- Boondoggle
- Miscellaneous
- A Good Kind Of Nervous
- First Tape
- Spring a Leak
- Get-to-Bed Birds
- The Matinée Grand Prix
- Cartography for Beginners
- Midweek Midmorning
- T-Shirt Weather
- A Boy, a Girl, and a Rendezvous
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