This Place - Little River Band
Busted doors and broken women
Hang out in the street
Faces unfamiliar turn to stare and not to greet
And the old cafe door's permanently closed
No more cappuccino brewing
There's a pair of eyes peering
Through the afterglow
Wondering what the hell I'm doin'
This place used to be my home
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothing and nobody grown
In this place I used to call my home
That old tree on the hill's still standing
Where my baby and I used to lay down
She taught me about livin'
She taught me about life
My first and only love from this town
And the plain old houses
Seem like long lost friends
But most have been torn down
I guess they tried to make way
For some kind progress
So hard to find in this town
This place used to be my home
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothing and nobody's grown
In this place I used to call my home
Fields of green and lazy skies
Golden memories just pass me by same
You go back it is never the same
I know it's true
I'm still hooked on you
And this place
That the old cafe door's permanently closed
No more cappuccino brewing
There's a pair of eyes
Peering through the afterglow
Wonderin' what the hell I'm doin'
This place used to be my home
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothin' and no one's grown
In this place
This place used to be my home
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothin' and no one's grown
In this place
I used to call my home
She taught coming about my name
Over the years
I used to call my home
This taking need by home
Over the years to my own
This need me call my own
Oh my own
Used to call home
She a calling on my name
