There's a Scottish man fronting an American band
Now he lives in Dublin tho' and I'm in Rosedale lookin' for ghosts
Edinburgh Galway Nashville Ulladulla breakin' my heart
In four places
Singin' 'bout a Mississippi boy who once held the world like a toy
Now he's lookin' down from heaven smokin' reefers with myths 'n legends
Tupelo Vegas Mollymook Memphis breakin' my heart
In four places
And it may not be his greatest LP as I'm windin' these streets tears on my knees
All the fishermen and women in the bottleshops by seven, talkin' where they're bitin'
The best four places
Car stereo pushin' me farther down the road
Got a Waterboy singin' for the King and my eyes are glazin' over
Highway caravan bottleshop no plans lookin' for a start
In four places
His voice reminds me of what I've left behind so I'm gonna go fishing
Try to imagine what to do next time
Ventricle Aorta muscle and blood building a heart in four places
None outta ten star gazers would agree this ain't the centre of the universe
Let alone me but the tenth sees a face in every constellation
While I'm spinning my wheels in four places