Travelling shoes

Young man, feeling old
Looking with scorn at the tasteless, feeling bored
Wearing his PJs at that hippie cafe
Everybody stares at him that way

Skateboard, council park
Gets a little scary after dark
There's nothing to do
It feels like there is only two sane people
And they're leaving soon

Bridge:
It's a town of perfect isolation
Holding her close though you don't really want her
He's got those magical boots
He's bought his travelling shoes

Chorus:
He's got a unique style
And he's been yearning for a while
He knows he's got to go away, away
He gazes at the sky
And like departure passes by
He knows he's got to go away

He sees an afternoon on fire
Hay fever season
He sees made-up girls in Hondas
Whose glasses tease him

At the swimming pools and malls
With black big jeans and flirting
The crash is in the air
He'll give them his time
But he doesn't want to share it
He wants to be anywhere but here

Bridge:
In a town of perfect isolation
Holding her close though you don't really want her
He's got those magical boots
He's bought his travelling shoes

Chorus:
He's got a unique style
And he's been yearning for a while
He knows he's got to go away, away
He gazes at the sky
And like departure passes by
He knows he's got to go away