Iowa Super Soccer Little Joe
Little Joe was sitting on the sofa
and smoking cigarettes
Little Joe was sitting on the sofa
and thinking about the new day
I remember he was the first one who I met
I remember he was the first one who I took away
Somewhere in this town
He is talking to me
Grey street was underneath our feet
Nobody was there
Joey asked: “How can I steal all those lights
Which’re shining above us?”
I remember this hope painted on his face
I remember he didn’t even say goodbye that day
Somewhere in this town
He is talking to me (x6)
