She tells me she hasn’t been out dancing,
not ever since
The walls come down on this one horse of a town
I know now that it’s been tough,
I know now that it’s been
rough around these parts,
a little heavy on the heart
Now all she sees are four walls down at the factory
And they’re all coloured grey,
they’re all coloured grey
She wishes she could be like the girls in the magazines
Living better days, living better days
She digs deep for one last drink,
she’d rather forget than
think of what’s ahead, yeah,
the future makes her sad
Goodbye now, she’s off to bed,
it’s been nice
Most fun she’s had in a long time,
thanks a lot for being kind