Kids are driving Saturday afternoon, just pass me byAnd I'm just savoring familiar sightsWe shared some history, this town and IThe night can't stop that long forgotten feeling of herTime to book a room to stay tonightNumber one is to find some friends to say you're doing wellAfter all this time your boys look just the sameNumber two is the happy hour at one of two hotelsSettle in to play, do you remember so and soAnd number three is never say her nameOh the flame trees were blind the way it driedOh the flame trees were blind the way it driedAnd there's nothing else could set fire to this townThere's no change, there's no paceEverything within this place just makes it harder to believeThat she won't be aroundBut oh, who needs that sentimental bullshit anywayTakes more than just a memory to make me cryAnd I'm happy just to sit at a table with old friendsAnd I'm happy just to sit at a table with old friendsAnd see which one of us can tell the biggest liesAnd there's a girl just falling in love where the pianola standsWith a young operators out of work and Just holding her handhandsand I'mwondering ifhe'll go orif he'll stayDo youremembernothing stopped uson a fieldin our dayOhthose flametreesblindwearydryAnd there'snothing elseset fireto this townThere'sno changethere's no paceEverythingwithin thisplace just makesithardto seeHarderto believeShe won'tbe aroundOhthe flametrees willblind the wearydryAnd there'snothing elseset fireto this townThere'snothing elseset fire to thisThere'sno paceEverythingwithin thisplace justmakes itharder tobelieveShe won'tbe around