My mother grew up in a small town and she married in a small town and she lived in a small town and she passed away here. And our neighbours came with their casseroles And the florist gave my family her best violets And there was a discount on the casket.
My sister grew up in a small town and she married in a small town and she lived in a small town And she works at the high school as an English teacher. And she takes her kids to the park every Saturday, And her car never uses more than a liter a month And there is always a booth for her family at Sal's Diner.
My brother grew up in a small town and he never did marry but he never did leave. So now he lives in this small town. And he only ever takes his job as a deputy seriously And every Sunday he tends to his geraniums, And there is never any mail in his mailbox And his coffee order has always been the same.
I grew up in a small town and nothing ever changed and so I left. And I will never manage to travel to all the bus stops And my barista never ever remembers my face And the librarian is stern, always, instead of friendly And there is never ever a dull moment In this little world I've created in my big town.
I love Singapore, I do, but I feel trapped here. You could liken it to a small town, I guess.