Anytown
There's thunder clouds round the hometown bay
I go walking in the rain
Through other worlds in better days
Some things are better left that way
We were your soldiers on autumn nights
My last shot fired, my first mistake
I'm looking for the ones that made this place
But they're not there
If you ever go round anytown
Any time, any where
Looking for the ones young and gone
Look for me I'll be there
I crossed the ocean, the son of slaves
A golden race in soul decline
I arrived on the King's Port streets
They were the making times
Now the ghosts are moving through the Green
Angels are walking in the Square
The rush of names coming through the layers
And all the s***es in between
If you ever go round anytown
Any time, any where
Looking for the ones young and gone
Look for me I'll be there
If you ever go round your hometown
Where only wood and stone remain
Looking for the ones withe the b**** and guns
Look for me I'll be there
Do, do you remember me
Do, do you remember me
Their empty places they fill the bars
Faces passes on the pier
I'm moving up to the Gathering Hall
Time is getting near
Small boats standing in the waves
Line on line below the moon
Morning is waiting out by the caves
We're going to be there soon
If you ever go round anytown
Any time, any where
Looking for the ones young and gone
Look for me I'll be there
On Pembroke Road look out for my ghost
Dishevelled, with shoes untied
Playing at the railings with the little children
Who's children have long since died
If you ever go round your hometown
Where only wood and stone remain
Looking for the ones withe the b**** and guns
Look for me I'll be there
There's thunder clouds round the hometown bay
I go walking in the rain
Through other worlds in better days
Some things are better left that way
We were your soldiers on autumn nights
My last shot fired, my first mistake
I'm looking for the ones that made this place
But they're not there
If you ever go round anytown
Any time, any where
Looking for the ones young and gone
Look for me I'll be there
I crossed the ocean, the son of slaves
A golden race in soul decline
I arrived on the King's Port streets
They were the making times
Now the ghosts are moving through the Green
Angels are walking in the Square
The rush of names coming through the layers
And all the s***es in between
If you ever go round anytown
Any time, any where
Looking for the ones young and gone
Look for me I'll be there
If you ever go round your hometown
Where only wood and stone remain
Looking for the ones withe the b**** and guns
Look for me I'll be there
Do, do you remember me
Do, do you remember me
Their empty places they fill the bars
Faces passes on the pier
I'm moving up to the Gathering Hall
Time is getting near
Small boats standing in the waves
Line on line below the moon
Morning is waiting out by the caves
We're going to be there soon
If you ever go round anytown
Any time, any where
Looking for the ones young and gone
Look for me I'll be there
On Pembroke Road look out for my ghost
Dishevelled, with shoes untied
Playing at the railings with the little children
Who's children have long since died
If you ever go round your hometown
Where only wood and stone remain
Looking for the ones withe the b**** and guns
Look for me I'll be there