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 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