On the drag there ain't no stores
It don't seem like no one wants to come here anymore
But the streets still they call your name
And ever since the docks dried up, it just weren't ever the same
Pretty faces still have scars
It's not about where you've been, but where you are
Oh I'd like to go all the way to Brentford bayou
Oh I'd like to stay exactly where I wish to lay
They said the job was watertight
But then it went almost overnight
The doors of the bar still swinging in the light
If pictures told tales, then your eyes would make 'em weep
Pretty faces still have scars
It's not about where you've been, but where you are
Oh I'd like to go all the way to Brentford bayou
Oh I'd like to stay exactly where I wish to lay
Oh I'd like to go all the way to Brentford bayou
Oh I'd like to stay exactly where I wish to lay
Oh I'd like to go all the way to Brentford bayou
Oh I'd like to stay exactly where I wish to lay