The trees bowed, the winds have changed
But where is all the dancing?
Where is all the dancing?
Where are the comely maidens
With their hair wraps and braiding?
Here we are at a crossroads
And where do we go from here?
A boozy charm will only get you so far
And it's a card played by the underdog
When the lamp went cold to our road
We turned to nurse the tiger cub
Back when Rory played the blues
And Ronan was still selling shoes
Back when Rory played the blues
And Ronan was still selling shoes
of a thousand hollow welcomes
Surely we can manage to sound one
We sound one, we've long closed
Have we forgotten what it's like to go
We'd say it loud and with one voice
Didn't really have a choice
But to tear ourselves from this land
And go colonized by the sleeping bag
Back when Rory played the blues
And Ronan was still sellin' shoes
Back when Rory played the blues
And Ronan was still sellin' shoes
When Rory played the blues
And Ronan stole the sun's shoes
