Least That We Can Do - Buffalo Tom

Leaves fall around us

We a few

It’s the least that we can do

Signs are upon us

We were another

Ones that only need

Warm and welcoming

You are helping me come through

North-east of

Knees by the fireplace

Windows shine through

Sunset like

Up to the mob we go

It’s the least that we can do

There’s a traffic jam ahead

All the taillights glowing red

Out on over passers

We are the last of them

Please just keep movin'

you drive on

There is nothing there to see

Follow the yellow

Follow the white lines too

It’s wide open there for you

Warm and welcoming

You are helping me come through

There’s a traffic jam ahead

All the taillights glowing red

Out on over passers

We are the last of them