Richard Walters
Arches
Stranded but happier then and I stumble in my way
My brother is on the telephone, asking if it is all okay
I slam door in front of the city pool and the traffic's dirty car

Oh, I never need to leave here
Oh, I never need to leave here

Fool heart and heavier head, but at least is on my own
And my mother is on the telephone, asking when I'll be back home
I hear this fall in the city park and the pavement as it strike
Oh, I never need to leave here
Oh, I never need to leave here

You see me sometime
You see me sometime

Oh, I never need to leave here
Oh, I never need to leave here

Underneath the arches is the ghost of me
Underneath the arches is the rest of me
Underneath the arches is the ghost of me
Underneath the arches is the rest of me