Verse 1<\/p>\n
My folks broke up when I was 10
\nMy mum met another bloke and got married again
\nWe left our home in the city where we\u2019d previously lived
\nAnd moved house to a little town out in the sticks
\nEven though I missed my friends I liked it at first
\nYou could leave your door unlocked and your bike unobserved
\nBut after a little while it started to change
\nAnd I began to see things that seemed a bit strange
\nThere was a butchers I walked past every morning
\nAnd I\u2019d talk to the owner who I thought was in his 40s
\nIt was his birthday one day he told me with pride
\n– and I was shocked to find he was only 25
\nI couldn\u2019t believe it, he had to be joking
\nBut the closer I looked the more I started to notice
\nThe baker, the postman, even the fishmonger
\nAll turned out to be a whole lot younger
\nIt wasn\u2019t just the way they looked that made them seem old
\nIt was on a deeper level than that, way down in their soul
\nIt was in the way they moved and talked but most of all
\nIn the glazed expression their faces all wore<\/p>\n
Chorus<\/p>\n
No matter where I\u2019m going, no matter what I\u2019m doing
\nI can hear the sound of the town calling my name
\nI just keep running, I just keep moving
\nCoz the moment I\u2019m stalling it\u2019s taking its prey<\/p>\n
No matter where I\u2019m going, no matter what I\u2019m doing
\nI can hear the sound of the town calling my name
\nIt just keeps going, it just keep pursuing
\nCoz it knows if i\u2019m falling it\u2019s making its claim<\/p>\n
Verse 2<\/p>\n
I tried telling people at school about my theory
\nA couple understood but most just looked at me weirdly
\nAnd those I did tell I had to do in a whisper
\nCoz most of these people were their brothers and sisters
\nThere was only one grownup who didn\u2019t seem affected
\nWho worked in a video shop that I frequented
\nI liked him coz he\u2019d always chat to me when i\u2019d visit
\nAnd slyly lend me horror flicks that my mum had forbidden
\nSo I decided to confide in him and ask him if he knew
\nWhat I was talking about and if he\u2019d noticed it too
\nThe moment that I mentioned it I saw his face drop
\nHe looked around then took me to the back of the shop
\nHe kneeled down and said to me \u201cThis place is alive
\nAnd it thrives on the young people\u2019s life force and drive
\nUntil there\u2019s nothing left then it spits out the shell
\nSo promise me you\u2019ll leave before it gets you as well\u201d
\nHis grip began to tighten and his eyes were looking manic
\nI felt frightened so I ran outside in a panic
\nI never told my parents what had happened but I read
\nThat he was sectioned in the paper, a couple weeks later<\/p>\n
Chorus<\/p>\n
No matter where I\u2019m going, no matter what I\u2019m doing
\nI can hear the sound of the town calling my name
\nI just keep running, I just keep moving
\nCoz the moment I\u2019m stalling it\u2019s taking its prey<\/p>\n
No matter where I\u2019m going, no matter what I\u2019m doing
\nI can hear the sound of the town calling my name
\nIt just keeps going, it just keep pursuing
\nCoz it knows if i\u2019m falling it\u2019s making its claim<\/p>\n
Verse 3<\/p>\n
The words that the guy said remained in my head
\nAnd as I got older I saw for myself what he meant
\nI finished school and left, just like he recommended
\nAnd when I returned I saw people I was friends with
\nWorking in the butchers, garages and shops
\nI wouldn\u2019t even notice at first but then I would stop
\nAnd realise that the middle aged guy in the bakery
\nI used to go to school with and was the same age as me
\nI\u2019d always ask how things were going
\nAnd the answer they gave was my way of knowing
\nWhether or not the town had yet managed to take hold
\nCoz if it had then the response would be \u201cSame old\u201d
\nIt\u2019s nice to go home but I know I can\u2019t stay
\nCoz the town is angry that I ever managed to escape
\nAnd it\u2019ll do what it takes to make sure I don\u2019t leave
\nAnd when I\u2019m there I can feel it\u2019s grip creep it up on me
\nWith every pint that I sip in a cozy little pub
\nWith a fat labrador sprawled out on a rug
\nI think \u201cIt\u2019s not so bad, I can stay for a few\u201d
\n\u2026 and before I know it, it\u2019s got me too.<\/p>\n
Chorus<\/p>\n
No matter where I\u2019m going, no matter what I\u2019m doing
\nI can hear the sound of the town calling my name
\nI just keep running, I just keep moving
\nCoz the moment I\u2019m stalling it\u2019s taking its prey<\/p>\n
No matter where I\u2019m going, no matter what I\u2019m doing
\nI can hear the sound of the town calling my name
\nIt just keeps going, it just keep pursuing
\nCoz it knows if i\u2019m falling it\u2019s making its claim<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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