Martha Move To Durham And Never Leave
Yeah, when the lights come on
And we all shuffle home
There's an emptiness I feel when I'm alone
But I'm working hard and trying not to moan
It is killing me to think that everyone will move away
I'm still here hanging on and adjusting everyday
It's the inconsistency that just gets the best of me
It just gets the best of me
The inevitability
Am I the only one with nowhere else to be?
The DJ played a song that Pruney said he didn't know
'Tom Sawyer' or 'Spirit of the Radio'
Passing on the Fish Tank steps
Not very courteous
Pruney could you tell me which night you're gonna be off work
It's been a week of hell, but you're my favourite berk
It's nights like these we're benefitting from your honesty
Yeah, your honesty
It's how I feel
When I'm alone
The lights came on
We shuffled home
