#14 Small World

We tell each other it's a small world, here
In our little town

I traded it in for the east coast once
My little town

I came back because I couldn't breathe
I need the Adelaide air

I need Rundle Street in April
When the tourists have deserted

I need the hidden coffee shops
The punk bands and the poets

I need my mates on every corner
The two degrees of separation

Freaks and suits share the sunlight, here
In our little town