Displaced by Emma Heeney Lyrics

All come out on a Saturday
And we'll all wake up the same
Words come out that we wouldn’t say
And we'll all wake up the same

Took advice from a service man
Played a hand without restraint
Then you took it back when you found you'd made
The same mistake again

And oh you’re face
And oh the shame

Pretty girls line suburban bars
With their colour matching ways
They drink too much as they try their luck
With the local boys again

Walk home to the sunrise
Take the side street past the train
Wake up late miss the most of day
Then they do it all again
And oh this place
And all the space
You couldn't take
Now you're displaced

Noises come in the morning
With the walls around your head
A silent room with an alley view
And a consolation text

But lines were blurred in the night time
What you saw was put away
Four feet down and it's ok now
Cos it's safe locked in the case

And oh this place
And all the space
You couldn't take
Now you're displaced