Lyrics: Shane Flew
Music: Shane Flew
The afternoon sun is blazing today, the trees just like candles are melting away
The wind`s disappeared no clouds in the sky, the grass on the hill is discoloured and dry
The day`s going down, in the summertime, down in Sleepytown
The streets are all thin, the houses seem small, except for the church and community hall
There`s no traffic lights and no roundabout, you can make a right turn, you don`t have to look out
You go driving around in the summertime in Sleepytown
There`s something about this place, I can`t put my finger on
Perhaps it`s the change of pace, I`ll just go out and take a look around
Old man and his wife are in the front yard, they water the garden and don`t work too hard
A boy kicks a ball and runs down the road as an old black dog lifts his leg on a pole
You won`t find a crowd in the summertime in Sleepytown
The sights and the sounds of the summertime down in Sleepytown