Anne Haigis Move Away Jimmie Blue
A struck match faded like a nervous laugh Beyond the halo of a naked bulb and your low voice mingles with your other half Schoolfriends in second-hand clothes Eventually your world will shrink within four walls Of neglected debts and stolen stereos So move away, Jimmy Blue Before your small, small world turns around And swallows you A drunk mother was the cue For the legendary things that you do Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face Behind the old glue factory too So move away, Jimmy Blue Before your small, small world turns around And swallows you And swallows you Wet feet visit the same old places You're finding nothing new It's a binful of tissues from made-up faces In a townful of nothing to do A lovematch with the moon In a layby, while insects hum and You got put in the darkness of a woman's womb Jimmy Blue, Jimmy Blue So move away, turn around Move away Move away Jimmy Blue Before your small, small town Turns around and swallows you