Costafine Town

Dirty old hole in the side of the road

For the man who cleans the streets

Open pub doors where the working class goes at night

Written on walls where the cats never crawl

For the glass along the top

Man, I was born there, I'm gonna walk right back

Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home

I feel so lonely, I've been too long away

Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home

I wish I'd never made up my mind to stray

Nobody owns all the dirty old clothes

That are lying in the lane

Whistling loud, the 4:30 shift has gone

Little old man with a pole in his hand

Lighting lamps along the way

Hurry me back there, I wish I'd never gone

Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home

I feel so lonely, I've been too long away

Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home

I wish I'd never made up my mind to stray

From Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home

I feel so lonely, I've been too long away

Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home

I wish I'd never made up my mind to stray

Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home

I feel so lonely, I've been too long away

Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home