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