Lyrics Flame Trees - Live - Cold Chisel

(Two, three, four)

Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just pass me by
And I'm just savouring familiar sights
We share some history, this town and I
And I can't stop that long forgotten feeling of her
And try to book a room and stay the night

And number one is to find some friends to say, "You're doing well
And after all this time, you boys look just the same"
And number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels
And settle in to play, "Do you remember so-and-so?"
And number three is never say her name

Oh, the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
And there's no change, there's no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around

And oh, who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway?
You know it takes more than just a memory to make me cry
And I'm happy just to sit here, 'round a table with old friends
And see which one of them can tell the biggest lie
And there's a girl, she's falling in love, down where the pianola stands
With a local factory worker, just holding hands

And she's wondering if he'll go or if he'll stay
Do you remember, nothing stopped us on the field in our day?

And oh, the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
And there's no change, there's no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around, come on

There's no change, there's no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around