Small town favour, small town heart
What I ask of you wont bring you back to start
Because all I know, is who I claim to be
A robber and a banker
A matchbox and a tree.
The city lights can shine so hard
Can you find yourself blinded in their fog?
Though fog is all I know, it’s what I’l leave behind
So when this storm has gone and passed I’l clear it from my mind.
CH: Clarity,
I’m asking for a simpler time
Clarity,
Simple times and simpler places.
Burning embers, fall from grace
Every lie you’ve lived is written on your face
Your face is what I miss; it was stolen in the night
I’ve lost track of where you are
Vanished from my sight.
CH
Small town promise, city soul
Am I what I tell myself, or what I’m being told?
‘Cause all I know, is who I claim to be
A robber and a banker,
A matchbox and a tree
Cause all I know,
Is really all I need.
A robber and a banker,
A matchbox and a tree.