One Mechanic Town - The Triffids

She sank without a trace in a little one mechanic town
All the old folks shrugged their shoulders when I asked around
She was the spooky type who never made a sound
But who was always there when you turned around
She was always there when you turned around
Braided chestnut hair skinny white legs
Is she swimming from the willow is she swimming in the dregs
Is this the late-night stretsch where she lost control
Where her little white car wrapped itself around the pole
Wrap her up can't you see she's growing cold
Where she want to run to Why she want to go
Now the white wax flowers frow covering the mound
Where she sank without trace in a little one mechanic town
Where she want to run to Why she want to go