Springtown

And how are they all in springtown

Can you still drink the water that flows neath the sports park

Is there still apples in the castle to steal

And how does it feel to be stuck there

Does the monument still hold no statue

And are our names still framed on the pavement when we were ten

The world is getting smaller and wilder for me

But it's not wild enough to stop me remembering

See I want home, I want home, I want home

It's where I've buried all my bones

And is the trolley still sleeping at the botton of the bridge we learnt to smoke on

And is trisha still teasing the men

I swore one day I would steal her back, and do you remember when

We compared our manhood's at the scout dance

After we got kicked out of the cub's

Getting spins on the tennis court on st. Stephens night at the rugby club

Buried all my bones, buried all my heart

And is st. Brendan still beheaded and covered in piheon shit

And do the still serve bread and cocoa at the boy's school

For the lads whose parents haven't got a bit

And are our names worn out on the pavement yet

That we wrote with the stick of an ice pop, pop, pop

And is the pole still bent down on main street

Under the sign that says 'stop'