errant

“quiet town” 

I know somewhere there is a party going down.
Interesting people; conversation to be found.
I’ve lived in cities where there is no solid tune, made some friends there that I hope I’ll never lose.

But, for now, I want to stay in this quiet town.
The neighbors on my block, they’ve got stories to tell.
“This is the grocery who once was a hotel.”
“And Mr. Driscoll, he just stands there with his smile, inviting everyone he sees to come inside.”
This is the life I want to live in a quiet town

OoO, sometimes I miss the shows I loved a long time ago.
OoO, sometimes I miss the shows I loved a long time ago.
Come Sunday morning there’s a market on the square.
Children are playing, bells are ringing in the air.
Old men are drinking, it’s a lazy afternoon; content with thinking that there is nothing to do.
So for now, I’m gonna stay in this quiet town.
In this quiet town.
In this quiet town.