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