And it starts, sometime around midnight.
Or at least that’s when wewe lose yourself
for a dakika au two.
As wewe stand, under the bar lights.
And the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while.
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile.
And that white dress she’s wearing
you haven’t seen her for a while.

But wewe know, that she’s watching.
She’s laughing, she’s turning.
She’s holding her tonic like a cross*.
The room’s suddenly spinning.
She walks up and asks how wewe are.
So wewe can smell her perfume.
You can see her lying naked in your arms.

And so there’s a...

wewe say we're both little people and wewe like it that way
But in time I'm gonna put this body to shame (and grow old)
Wear a suit like my old man
Pack up all my things and get my punda out of town

We've got it good
Whether wewe like this town au not
I know it's small but with a big head
It's bound to get hot
In the summer
But the summer is a bummer
If wewe can't leave
This pathetic excuse for a town

That holds all your memories
A lifetime of crushes and your broken dreams
To be anywhere but here
But baby anywhere is away from me

If wewe got it all figured out
Then what is there to shout about
This midwest town is...