Zak Stinchcombe - Mitchell Street

I don't want you to hang around
Waste your time in a nowhere town
You don't owe me a single thing
Not a how you doing or a where you been

I don't want you to bust your feet
Kicking in dust down a dead end street
You don't need to answer yet
Not a who we were or a how we met

All I have to say
In my own especial way
If you're free and you'd like to meet
I'll be down on Mitchell Street

I don't know how it all plays out
Moving on or else heading south
You don't have that around your neck
Not the easy sailing or the sinking wreck

I don't know if the stars align
How much it matters if they shoot or shine
You don't require any more from me
Not a you got a do it not let's wait and see

There isn't a lot to say
It might take some time anyway
But at the close of play
Down on Mitchell Street

I know you don't live there anymore
You lay your head elsewhere these days
And I ain't been back since God knows when
Just two stupid kids playing stupid kid games

All I want brother all I'm due
From the town that we both outgrew
A little more than it gave to you
A chance to know the man you turned into

Written by:
Zak Stinchcombe

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