Small Town

You feel frozen

But you've been chosen

You lay there drunken

Your dreams seem sunken

Your world's a small one

And you break the rules

You're one big fish

In a bowl of fools

Tired of serving up your town

Tired of wearing that crown

Tired of sliding up and down

Tired of being you

Your work's no future

Your girl don't suit you

Your bar won't serve you

You have no nerve to

Make a break

From this sad old school

Across the lake

Lies a place that's cool

Run, you got a place to go

Run, you got a boat to row

Run, you got a face to show

Run while you can

The high street's sleeping

As Friday's creeping

The shops are open

But their minds are closed

How's it going?

But it's not their concern

They're talking stuff about you

That you never learn

Smile, you're on your own

Smile, 'cause you've outgrown

Smile, you lost your home

Smile to yourself

Morcheeba