Song Description

Ode to hometowns. In this case lyricist Matt Black's hometown of Sheffield, England.

Lyrics

My Town (Silent Footprints in the Rain)

She's my town, I'm not leaving,
The footsteps I've been weaving,
Where we grew our hair,
Learned to laugh and swim,
Shining rooves, ruled by Mars,
Friends flew by like shooting stars,
Where we fell in love,then fell out again.
I'm walking this street heading home,
Leaving silent footprints in the rain.

Lovely lasses, and brave lads,
Dancing into Mums and Dads,
The corner shop, and the postman that you know,
Loners and losers, husbands and wives,
Mystery of unknown lives,
How's it been going the last ten years or so?
I'm walking this street heading home,
Leaving silent footprints in the rain.

Seven valleys, seven hills,
Where workers flowed through mills,
The winter years we all caught a cold in,
Distant moors through my window,
Making me my life's hero,
As I watch my own play unfolding.
I'm walking this street heading home,
Leaving silent footprints in the rain.

Time's a thief, trees grow tall,
One day weeds will cover all,
She's wide eyed staring into sky at night,
Back to backs asleep in sun,
Fish slow in the River Don,
Summer streets, avenues of light.
I'm walking this street heading home,
Leaving silent footprints in the rain.

She's my town, I'm not leaving,
My town