Arches - Richard Walters

Stranded but happier then and I stumble in my way

My brother is on the telephone, asking if it is all okay

I slam door in front of the city pool and the traffic’s dirty car

Oh, I never need to live here

Oh, I never need to live here

Fool heart and heavier head, but at least is on my own

And my mother is on the telephone, asking when I’ll be back home

I hear this fall in the city park and the pavement as it strike

Oh, I never need to live here

Oh, I never need to live here

You see me sometime

You see me sometime

Oh, I never need to live here

Oh, I never need to live here

Underneath the arches is the ghost of me

Underneath the arches is the rest of me

Underneath the arches is the ghost of me

Underneath the arches is the rest of me