Chris would be amused to know that I am listening to Cold Chisel after all the past Chisel-related tauntings I have provided. Here is Flame Trees. I had planned, upon my return to Sydney, to casually mention to Chris that I was “savouring familiar sights”. It didn’t happen. Oh well.
Kids out driving Saturday afternoon pass me by
I’m just savouring familiar sights
We share some history, this town and I
And I can’t stop that long forgotten feeling of her
Try to book a room to stay tonightNumber one is to find some friends to say “You’re doing well
After all this time you boys look just the same”
Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels
Settle in to play “Do you remember so and so?”
Number three is never say her nameOh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town
There’s no change, there’s no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be aroundBut Ah! Who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway
Takes more than just a memory to make me cry
I’m happy just to sit here round a table with old friends
And see which one of us can tell the biggest liesThere’s a girl falling in love near where the pianola stands
With her young local factory out-of-worker, holding hands
And I’m wondering if he’ll go or if he’ll stayDo you remember, nothing stopped us on the field
In our dayOh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town
There’s no change, there’s no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be aroundOh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town
There’s no change, there’s no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be around