This Little Town

I was out there in the middle of the day Trying to make love to a
Shopping arcade In northern England Outside it was raining and I was
Feeling insecure Sooner or later you got to face the fact This world
Is shattered and it's too full of cracks to fill in So we just give
In on a Thursday afternoon In this little town where the traffic
Moves slow in the pouring rain I want to take you there where the
Four winds blow To be born again I was out there with the Beatles and
I was out there
With the beatles and the Cranks Trying to
make some money and not to fall into the ranks
Of suburbia With Richard Toomey,
A visionary ghost Sooner or later we make the same mistakes Our
Pockets are all empty and our spirit starts to break Just like a baby
Left in the car park on a foggy New Year's eve In this little town
Where winter begins In the summertime (summertime) I
Want to take you there Wash away our sins and be born again
I was talking to some friends of mine trying to make sense After
Drinking a case of wine from Yugoslavia But
Just before breakfast we all started to agree...
In this little town In this little town In this little town In the
Pouring rain I want to take you there to be born again In this little
Town in the summertime I want to take you
There And be born again To be born again To be born again