El Paso

I was told long ago that you learn more on a building site than you would in school.
I don't know who's to know in El Paso.
Friday night still floodlights you hear us roar.
Sing the town til we die then our throats went sore.
We have grown on the road to El Paso.

Photographs on your mantlepiece they fade.
Sitting at some bus stop in the pouring rain.
In your mind things that you've seen, leather shoes on the other foot how does that feel.
If you want to go I'll take you there, feel the rain on your face in the morning.
Ahh let's go back, take me back to El Paso.
Go around with your tie and your briefcase with a look on your face like I'm a waste of space.
Take me back, take me back to El Paso.

Ohhh take a walk, take a walk down the echo road, I'll be waiting.
Don't you know I'll be waiting.

And if you want to go I'll take you there, feel the rain on your face in the morning.
Ahh let's go back, take me back to El Paso.
Go around with your tie and your briefcase with a look on your face like I'm a waste of space.
Take me back, take me back.
Take me back, let's go back to El Paso, to El Paso, to El Paso, to my El Pas-o-o-o-o-o.