Well grey clouds wrapped around the town like elastic
Cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic
The boy laughed at the spastic, dancing around in the rain
While launderettes clean clothes, high heels rub toes
Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows
Dressed in their suits and their boots
Where they all look the same

I took myself down to the cafe to find all
The boys lost in books and crackling vinyl
And carved out a poem above the urinal
That read:
Don't you cry for the lost, smile for the living
Get what you need and give what your given
Life's for the living, so live it, or your better off dead

Well the evening pulled the moon out of it's packet
Stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket
We needed a nail but we tacked it till it fell off the wall
While pigeons peck trains, sparks flew like planes
The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains
And we all had new iPhone's, but no one had no one to call

And I stumbled down to the stomach of the town
Where the widow takes memories to slowly drown
With a hand to the sky and mist in her eye
She said:
Don't you cry for the lost, smile for the living
Get what you need and give what your given
Life's for the living, so live it, or your better off dead

Well I'm sick of this town, this blind man's forage
They take your dreams down and they stick 'em in storage
You can have them back son,
When you've paid of your mortgage and loans
Oh, to hell with this place I'll go it my own way
I'll stick out my thumb and I'll trudge down the highway
Some day some one must be going my way home

Till then I'll make my bed from a disused car
With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars
And I'll stitch the words into my heart
With a needle and thread
Don't you cry for the lost, smile for the living
Get what you need and give what your given
You know life's for the living, so live it, or your better off dead
Don't you cry for the lost, smile for the living
Get what you need and give what your given
Life's for the living, so live it, or your better off dead