This Place - Little River Band

Busted doors and broken women hang out in the street

Faces unfamiliar turn to stare and not to greet

And the old café door’s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing

There’s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow

Wondering what the hell I’m doin'

This place used to be my home

This town I used to call my own

Over the years nothin' and no one’s grown

In this place, I used to call my home

The old tree on the hill’s still standin'

Where my baby and I used to lay down

She taught me about livin', lovin' and life

My first and only love from this town

And the plain old houses seem like long lost friends

But most have been torn down

I guess they tried to make way for some kinda progress

So hard to find in this town

This place used to be my home

This town I used to call my own

Over the years nothin' and nobody’s grown

In this place, I used to call my home

Fields of green and lazy skies

Golden memories just pass me by

When you go back, well, it’s never the same

I know it’s true

But I’m still hooked on you and this place

The old café door’s permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing

There’s a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow

Wonderin' what the hell I’m doin'

This place used to be my home

This town I used to call my own

Over the years nothin' and no one’s grown

In this place

This place used to be my home

This town I used to call my own

Over the years nothin' and no one’s grown

In this place, I used to call my home