white chairs
by the window
as the snow blows
across the lawn
she's down in the basement
hanging pictures on the wall
places
have you noticed
you've got one town
where you belong
slow taste
of the intake
can you slow down
and be alone
oh
drive away
and come to the show
i wrote a song for you
i've seen witches
on the streets of ulster
late eyes
by the windows
have a strange love
of their own
and they know
all the answers
they're spinning records
like off the wall
cancers
roll your windows
you've got your town
where they belong