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