Least That We Can Do
Buffalo Tom
Leaves fall around us
We [?] a few
It's the least that we can do
Signs are upon us
We were another [?]
Ones that only need [?]
Warm and welcoming
You are helping me come through
North-east of [?]
Knees by the fireplace
Windows [?] shine through
Sunset like [?]
Up to the mob we go
It's the least that we can do
There's a traffic jam ahead
All the taillights glowing red
Out on over passers
We are the last of them
Please just keep movin'
[?] you drive on
There is nothing there to see
Follow the yellow
Follow the white lines too
It's wide open there for you
Warm and welcoming
You are helping me come through
There's a traffic jam ahead
All the taillights glowing red
Out on over passers
We are the last of them