The Favorite Son - The Verve Pipe

A little town with little trails

You paid the debt of circumstance

You wanna disappear

There’s a boy, a favorite son

He settled down, that’s what’s done

When you come from here

You were someone’s daughter only yesterday

Now you have a family of your own

And its over now, but you holding on

The furniture is rearranged

No discussion just exchanging

Pleasantries with the favorite son

The man of nearly twenty years

Hoping love will reappear someday

It’s just another game

The same things that you’ll regret

Nothing more than idle threats

You can see right through

Every town has a favorite son

A fantasy of being with one

Your dream come true

A quiet little town would be the

Queen of homecoming on her own

And its over now, but you holding on

The furniture is rearranged

No discussion just exchanging

Pleasantries with the favorite son

The man of nearly twenty years

Hoping love will reappear someday

He’s their favorite son

The one and only

He’ll always be the one

Your one and only

He’s their favorite son

The one and only

He’ll always be the one

Your one and only

Favorite…

And its over now, but you holding on

Scratch your rules are rearranged

Facilitating then exchanging pleasantries

With the favorite son

This malady of thirty years

Hoping harmony appear someday

It’s just another day

It’s just another game

Another day