This Place (Live)

This Place (Live) - Little River Band

Written by：Hind/Inglis

Busted doors and broken women hang out in the street

Faces unfamiliar turn to stare and not to greet

And the old cafe door's permanently closed no more cappuccino brewing

There's a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow

Wondering what the hell I'm doing

This place used to be my home

This town I used to call my own

Over the years nothing and nobody's grown

In this place I used to call my home

The old tree on the hill's still standing

Where my baby and I used to lay down

She taught me about living loving and life

My first and only love from this town

And the plain old houses seem like long lost friends

You know most have been torn down

I guess they tried to make way for some kinda progress

So hard to find in this town

This town

This place used to be my home

This town I used to call my own

Over the years nothing and nobody's grown

In this place I used to call my home

Fields of green lazy skies

Golden memories just pass me by

You go back well it's never the same

I know it's true

I'm still hooked on you and this place

The old cafe door's permanently closed no more cappuccino brewing

There's a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow

Wondering what the hell I'm doing

This place used to be my home

This town I used to call my own

Over the years nothing and nobody's grown

In this place

This place used to be my home

This town I used to call my own

Over the years nothing and nobody's grown

In this place I used to call my home

Over the years

Over the years and nobody and nobody nobody

Over the years nothing and no one

You can go back

No baby can go back

Place I used to call my home

Used to call my home