Every Story - Squeeze

Scratch cards and dreaming of houses in the sun

The reality of Monday isn’t so much fun

Kids think they’re adults and the adults think they’re young

From a whisper to a beat on the jungle drums

By the river bend in the city

That’s where I call home

Where every story has a twist

Every one from top dogs to the street

A chapter where we live each day

Where walls have ears and gossip has feet

Where relatives and friends are near

You could do much worse than being here

Around the corner are the houses on the hill

And in every kitchen cupboard there are beans to spill

It’s like reading runes knowing how the stories faked

And some theories are half baked

But I’ll stay here still