A struck match faded like a nervous laugh

Beyond the halo of a naked bulb

And your low voice mingles with your other half's

School friends in second-hand clothes

Eventually your world will shrink within 4 walls

Of neglected debts and stolen stereos

So move away Jimmy Blue

Before your small, small town turns around

And swallows you

A drunk mother was the cue

For the legendary things that you do

Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face

Behind the old glue factory too

So move away Jimmy Blue

Before your small, small town turns around

And swallows you and swallows you

Wet feet visit the same old places

Yeah finding nothing new

It's a bin full of tissues from made-up faces

In a town full of nothing to do

A love match with the moon

In a lay by, while insects hum and

You got put in the darkness of a woman's womb

Jimmy Blue, Jimmy Blue

So move away

Turn around and move away yeah

Move away Jimmy Blue

Before your small, small town

Turns around and swallows you