Small Town

You feel frozen
But you’ve been chosen
You lay there drunken
Your dreams seem sunken
Your world’s a small one
And you break the rules
You’re one big fish
In a bowl of fools
Tired of serving up your town
Tired of wearing that crown
Tired of sliding up and down
Tired of being you
Your work’s no future
Your girl don’t suit you
Your bar won’t serve you
You have no nerve to
Make a break
From this sad old school
Across the lake
Lies a place that’s cool
Run, you got a place to go
Run, you got a boat to row
Run, you got a face to show
Run while you can
The high street’s sleeping
As Friday’s creeping
The shops are open
But their minds are closed
How’s it going?
But it’s not their concern
They’re talking stuff about you
That you never learn
Smile, you’re on your own
Smile, cause you’ve outgrown
Smile, you lost your home
Smile to yourself