OUT WHERE THE HEAT SETS HEAVY LIKE A KITCHEN. OUT ON THE ASPHALT WHERE WE ALL FRY LIKE CHICKEN
DOWN 4TH STREETACROOS TO KING, EVERY TOWN LOOKING OUT ITS REARVIEW
PAST THE CHURCH WHERE THE CONGREGATION STANDS...WAITING FOR IT
CAN'T FIND A STOP SIGN CAN'T FIND A STRAIGHT ROAD OUTTA HERE. tOO MANY DRUNKS, TOO MANY DRUNK FACES
THERE'S A SADNESS IN THE WAY THAT WE ALL LIVE. CAN'T FIND IT IN YOUR HEART. CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE
WILL THOSE CHURCH BELLS EVER RING? AND IF THEY DO WILL WE LIKE WHAT WE HEAR
THAT GIRL'S GONNA WAKE UP SOMEDAY. AND FIND HER LOVE OUT ON THE ISLAND
THERE'S NO EXPLANATION FOR THE WAY THIS TOWN MAKES ME FEEL. THERE'S NO REVIVING A DAY ALREADY SPENT
YOU CAN SMELL THE WORLD FROM OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW. AND THE GRASS DIED LONG BEFORE WE PISSED ON IT
