Post by badmedicine on Mar 23, 2013 17:36:18 GMT -5
I'm sitting here trying to write this song
But the words won't come to my head
Trying to figure out where it all went wrong
While everyone else is in bed
Staring out the window at a neon light
Flickering across the street
An empty parking lot on a Saturday night
Always gives me itchy feet
I hear the sad whistle of the midnight train
Arriving in nowhere on time
Maybe I'll use that line in the refrain
If I can think of something to rhyme
Or maybe I'll write about a low down town
Where everyone's living a lie
Dead but not knowing enough to lay down
Where the best thing to do is drive by
Just keep on driving right by
We used to have fun along the avenue
Life rolled along pretty swell
Mainstreet closed when Sam Walton came through
And things started going to Hell
Had some good friends at the factory
Lunch hours shooting the breeze
Until they shut down the line back in '83
And sent all the jobs overseas
I still remember Bobbie Jean
Prettiest girl in school
Led all the cheers for the football team
Taught me to break all the rules
But she's long gone from this low down town
Like everyone else I knew
Exit stage left when the curtain comes down
Nothing much more here to do
Ain't nothing more here to do
So I'm sitting here trying to write this song
Outside it's starting to rain
Trying to figure out where it all went wrong
Another shot might kill the pain
I think I'll sail out of this low down town
With it's hypocrites and thier blues
By tomorrow morning when they're gathered around
Nursing hangovers in pews
Because there ain't no hope for a low down town
Or the small minded people who hide
In thier own little worlds while it all crumbles down
More dead than alive
But the words won't come to my head
Trying to figure out where it all went wrong
While everyone else is in bed
Staring out the window at a neon light
Flickering across the street
An empty parking lot on a Saturday night
Always gives me itchy feet
I hear the sad whistle of the midnight train
Arriving in nowhere on time
Maybe I'll use that line in the refrain
If I can think of something to rhyme
Or maybe I'll write about a low down town
Where everyone's living a lie
Dead but not knowing enough to lay down
Where the best thing to do is drive by
Just keep on driving right by
We used to have fun along the avenue
Life rolled along pretty swell
Mainstreet closed when Sam Walton came through
And things started going to Hell
Had some good friends at the factory
Lunch hours shooting the breeze
Until they shut down the line back in '83
And sent all the jobs overseas
I still remember Bobbie Jean
Prettiest girl in school
Led all the cheers for the football team
Taught me to break all the rules
But she's long gone from this low down town
Like everyone else I knew
Exit stage left when the curtain comes down
Nothing much more here to do
Ain't nothing more here to do
So I'm sitting here trying to write this song
Outside it's starting to rain
Trying to figure out where it all went wrong
Another shot might kill the pain
I think I'll sail out of this low down town
With it's hypocrites and thier blues
By tomorrow morning when they're gathered around
Nursing hangovers in pews
Because there ain't no hope for a low down town
Or the small minded people who hide
In thier own little worlds while it all crumbles down
More dead than alive