Jimmy was a local boy but he's seen much more than a change in the weather, Sitting in a uniform of a three-piece suit and the ribbons from his past, Looking for a little boy at the bar with the mouth who thinks he's clever now, Dreaming of a day that he got home from the war to his childhood sweetheart,
No he don't need anyone, there's no-one there for him, Just a feeling of an empty place deteriorating.
Jimmy was a local boy but he's seen much more than I'm bound to ever, A member of a dying breed that sat and wait as it all just falls apart, Dreaming of a day that's oh-so long ago that he can't remember right, There was a time a man could still be a man and be proud to use his heart.
No he don't need anyone, there's no-one there for him, There was really only one, now he misses how she sounds;
He frowns, Line 'em up and he puts them down, It's sad; this town, Seems to fail to appreciate the man.
No he don't need anyone, there's no-one there for him, No he don't feel anymore, cos Jimmy's so thick-skinned, And a long, long time ago, when he could break your heart, There was really only one, now he misses how she sounds;
He frowns, Line 'em up and he puts them down, It's sad; this town, Seems to fail to appreciate what he's about; Line 'em up and he puts them down, It's sad; this town, Seems to fail to appreciate the man.
Compositores: Joel Stoker (The Rifles), Robert Pyne (The Rifles), Luke Oro Crowther (The Rifles), Grant Wayne Marsh (The Rifles) ECAD: Obra #2059571