Down in the street
Under the still budding trees
You feel the pull of the reservoir
But that water's not for me
Oh

And downtown
The people walk around
You try to find, what you lost
But it's nowhere to be found
Oh

Put your shoes on
We're going
To the fairground
Oh, Oh we've got nothing to prove

She's in the backyard
Catching rays with her sister
Tried to call, an hour ago
But I guess I just missed her
Oh

Down in the street
Under the still budding trees
You feel the pull of the reservoir
But that water's not for me
Oh
Put your shoes on
We're going
To the fairground
Oh, Oh we've got nothing to prove

Put your shoes on
We're going
To the fairground
Oh, Oh we've got nothing to prove