if i could go down now while the whole town is sleeping
see the sun creeping up on the hill
i know the river and the railroad would run through the valley still. i guess it never was much to look at
just a one-horse town
the kind of place young people want to leave today
store fronts pretty much boarded up
main street pretty much closed down. the church bell still rings on sunday
old folks still go
the young ones listen on the radio. saturday night nothing but a stray dog running wild like nobody's child. and little by little
light after light
that's how it died. they say you never go home again
that's no lie. its like a letter in the mail to a brother in jail
it's a matter of time until you can do a little bit better time. it used to be part of the heartland
awful proud and strong. but deep
deep down peaceful and serene. when people used to talk about the country that's what they used to mean. i might go down come the weekend
go on my own
drop off annie and the baby
maybe drive alone. pay my last respects to a time that has all but gone. we said
mama come look at the mountain
fire in the sky
it's lit up like the fourth of july
the mill burning down
the jobs leaving town
the trains rolling by. and little by little
light after light
that's how it died. they say you never go home again
that's no lie. its like a letter in the mail to a brother in jail
it's a matter of time until you can do a little bit better time.