Local boy
The riflesSitting in a uniform of a three-piece suit and the ribbons from his past,
Looking for a little boy at the bar with the mouth who thinks he's clever now,
Dreaming of a day that he got home from the war to his childhood sweetheart,
No he don't need anyone, there's no-one there for him,
Just a feeling of an empty place deteriorating.
Jimmy was a local boy but he's seen much more than I'm bound to ever,
A member of a dying breed that sat and wait as it all just falls apart,
Dreaming of a day that's oh-so long ago that he can't remember right,
There was a time a man could still be a man and be proud to use his heart.
No he don't need anyone, there's no-one there for him,
There was really only one, now he misses how she sounds
He frowns,
Line 'em up and he puts them down,
It's sad this town,
Seems to fail to appreciate the man.
No he don't need anyone, there's no-one there for him,
No he don't feel anymore, cos Jimmy's so thick-skinned,
And a long, long time ago, when he could break your heart,
There was really only one, now he misses how she sounds
He frowns,
Line 'em up and he puts them down,
It's sad this town,
Seems to fail to appreciate what he's about
Line 'em up and he puts them down,
It's sad this town,
Seems to fail to appreciate the man.