LYRIC FOR SALE

By Carl Turner

Sometimes it feels as if I’m trapped in amber
Every time that I come to this town
These small-town memories, my own tragedies
They just keep on weighing me down
In this old town now
Where the cobbles are broken
And there are dogs in the pubs
Where a beating took place down a side street
Blood on the floor, knuckles without skin
In this old town now
In this old town

Remember those halcyon days
Halfway to suburbia, all the way to nowhere
Somewhere between having nothing and just getting by
This was our home then, and it always will be
I kissed you outside the Dog and Gun,
For the first time, early Saturday morn
When small town legends are made
I snuck a kiss, got a warm embrace

Travelled around and came back to town
But I never really got out of this place
Left again and saw more of the world
But I never really shook of this place
People talked about getting out, they had things they could do
I had nowhere to go, and you were all that I could see
Shouldn’t really let it get me down.
Oh, I shouldn’t really let it get me down.

I remember every moment in your arms.
If I’d stayed, we’d be talking about the old times
As if they were the good times
I’m glad your second marriage is okay.
Me, I never really settled, stuck in my way
These times of change, they overwhelm me
I feel like I’m stuck in the past, a fossil in sandstone
A relic to be put on display.

And I never really talk about it
This feeling that I just can’t shake off
Things are as they are and as they always would be
Some people they got on out, never even looked back
Others they rose above it, didn’t let it drag them down
Or leant on a drink and let it be washed away
They say youth is wasted on the young
Well, I burned through It two times over
Seems I blew every chance that I had

I swear that if you look at the school photos
You could see who and what everyone would be
And in the park and the pubs
The winners and the losers would be plain for all to see.
But if I let it go, face down the blown chances
I’d break out of the amber
And set aside the things that I let pull me down

In this old town now
I’ll be who I want to be
I’ll stroll the cobble streets
Leave and come back as I please
With barely a care or a backward glance
I’ve been all that I could be
Truly been all that I could be
Shouldn’t have let it envelop me
No need to carry it with me
The best days are now ahead of me

In this old town now
In this old town
In this old town