Dirty Town by Jenny Colquitt

I’m wasting time,
wasting time catching all these butterflies,
Stuck in my mouth,
The words I wanna say to you ain’t getting out,

And I lose my mind,
The senses in my body take me way up high,
I feel it in the ground in every single life,
Walking past my window in the dead of night.

Let me out!
Away from all the feelin’ in this Dirty Town,
We’ll make a wooden boat so we can sail it out,
I’ll never let them see me turn round.

You found your voice,
But no one wants to hear a baby make a noise,
Sit and be quiet,
There’s a corner over there for you dear child,

But you’ve lost your mind,
The face that surround you get you every time,
You medicate the pain but it’s just sitting tight,
You wake up from the dream and you are still alive!

Let me out!
Away from all the feelin’ in this Dirty Town,
We’ll make a wooden boat so we can sail it out,
I’ll never let them see me turn round.
Hear me shout!
We’ll take it to the roof so you can hear it loud,
A million little voices make a pretty sound,
Bur they wont ever let their hair down
Dirty Town,
Dirty Town.

I’m over here,
Don’t wake me up until all of this mess is clear,
I know someway,
We’ll find the right solution to this earth someday,

Let me out!
Away from all the feelin’ in this Dirty Town,
We’ll make a wooden boat so we can sail it out,
I’ll never let them see me turn round.
Hear me shout!
We’ll take it to the roof so you can hear it loud,
A million little voices make a pretty sound,
Bur they wont ever let their hair down
Dirty Town,
Dirty Town.
Dirty Town.

• Alternative
• Americana
• folk pop
• folk rock
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Widnes