it's a Saturday afternoon
And I'm just savoring familiar sights
We've shared some history,
But I can't stop that long -forgot
Number one, it's to find old friends
and say you're doing well
After all this time, you boys,
Num ber two, it's a happy hour
do you remember so -and -so?
Number three is never say her name
they blind the weary driver
There's no change, there's no pace
Everything is in its place
Just makes it harder to believe
Who needs that sentimental
It takes more than a memory
I'm just happy to be sittin' round
this table with old friends
But there's a girl, she's fallen in love,
With a young factory worker,
now they're holding hands
And I'm wonderin' if he'll
they blind the weary driver
could set the fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everything is in its place
Just makes it harder to believe
they blind the weary driver
could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everything is in its place
Just makes it harder to believe
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