Verse 1
Scratch cards and dreaming of houses in the sun
The reality of Monday isn’t so much fun
Kids think they’re adults
And the adults think they’re young
From a whisper to a beat on the jungle drums
Chorus:
By the river bend in the city
That’s where I call home
Where every story has a twist
Everyone from top dogs to the street
A chapter where we live each day
Where walls have ears and gossip has feet. .
Where relatives and friends are near
You could do much worse than being here
Verse 2
Around the corner are the houses on the hill
And in every kitchen cupboard there are beans to spill
It’s like reading runes
Knowing how the story’s faked
And some theories are half-baked
But I’ll stay here still
Chorus:
By the river bend in the city
That’s where I call home
Where every story has a twist
Everyone from top dogs to the street
A chapter where we live each day
Where walls have ears and gossip has feet. .
Where relatives and friends are near
You could do much worse than being here
Verse 3
The gas works came down
Up went the dome
Full of hot air and the clowns
(instsrumental)
Chorus Tag/Outro:
Every story has a twist
Everyone from top dogs to the street
A chapter where we live each day
Where walls have ears and gossip has feet. .
Where relatives and friends are near
You could do much worse than being here