Down in the Old Town, When My Mind Is Wandering
Round Empty Hallways, When Will I Be One Again?

You're Just Making It Harder For Yourself
Making It Easy For Everyone Else
Making It Easy For Me

In the Old Town
You'll Never Be in and You Never Get Out
You Learn From the Family
You'll Never Be in and You Never Get Out
To Run to the End of the Earth

Under the Archways, When My Mind Is Wallowing
Down to the Country, Where I Will Be Well Again

You're Just Making It Harder For Yourself
Making It Easy For Everyone Else
You're Making It Easy For Me

In the Old Town
You'll Never Be in and You Never Get Out
You Learn From the Family
You'll Never Be in and You Never Get Out
To Run to the End of the Earth, to the End of the Earth
And Run to the End of the Earth

Build Me a Home Underground
Free From Light and Sound
Build Me a Home in the Air
I Will Run to the End, to the End, to the End of the Earth
And Run to the End, to the End, to the End of the Earth
And Run to the End of the Earth