away Jimmy Blue
Before your small, small town turns around
and swallows you.
A drunk mother was the clue
Before the legendary things that you do
Behind the carnival tent with mud on your face
behind the old glue factory too
So move away Jimmy Blue
before your small, small town turns around
and swallows you.
Wet feet visit the same old places
Finding nothing new
It's a binful of tissues from made-up faces
in a townfull of nothing to do
A lovematch with the moon
in a layby, while insects hum
and you got put in the darkness of a womans womb
Jimmy Blue
So move away, yeh
So move away, yeh
So move away Jimmy Blue
before your small, small town turns around
and swallows