The Findells


The Findells


There’s a little store on a country road Where all the farmers and the housewives go They sit and talk about the price of things They’ve never even heard Of Helsinki The kids all gather in their cars Radios blasting loud with rock n’ roll guitars They roll ‘em up and they burn ‘em down A million miles away from Helsinki. I remember that night at the Tastee Freeze Leaning on my car- you walked right up to me. You said something that I still can’t believe. And for a moment in your eyes I thought I saw Helsinki. When the world is fast asleep Up to the rooftop I go I drive another nail and stare at the stars I think of places far away, Faces I have never known. Sometimes I wonder what it’s like In Helsinki.