First Son - Faded Paper Figures

First son has come undone

Hard times for everyone

They wanted him to find it hard

To live without their dreams

Old school, he’s back in town

The factories are closing down

They wanted him to find it hard

To live without their love

He’s grown his own wings and flown

And he says I’m happier on my own

Engines on

Hear them humming like an ancient song

And when I’m driving does it turn you on

Or just the thought we’ll go away?

The thought we’ll go away?

The thought will go away?

First love, he went too far

On Sundays, they’d ditch the car

And climb the hills

And warm their skins

And break each other’s hearts