There's nothing that's better at all That's better than the sound of the closest call Tells you to act proud, act proud, walk tall There's nothing that's better at all
There's nothing that can be compared To the silver braid that plaits your hair It's as if you didn't care There's nothing that can be compared
There's trouble in your town The wind blew in and your confidence drowned Hasn't been the same since you found There's trouble in your town
I didn't read your letters With you, they're never news And they're no substitute for the times I never see you That's all anyway What have you got to lose Goes for me too....
There's nothing I'd rather do Take you in and pull you through Take you in and pull you through There's nothing I'd rather do There's nothing I'd rather do
