is this how it was intended???
the sunrise over smokestacks in the Midwest
the beauty of this abandoned factory.
Christmas lights blinking on and off
all out of time in what used to be
your pink house dreams
of a middle class America.
i'm trying to, beleive in you
but all these satellites and
shattered dreams are
blocking out my veiw.
please don't forget,
who you really are,
cause nothing really
matters when we're gone.
fell in love with his Keno waitress,
the honeymooned in Memphis,
they were married by the drive-up window.
Trailor parks, neon signs,
and an empty box of Lucky Strikes
all used up on the
dashboard of America,
i'm trying to, beleive in you
this world has sold it's faith
for parking lots and drunk sincerity,
please don't forget who you really are,
nothing really matters when we're
you'll be saddened to know
the train tracks you once walked,
as a young boy, are now
nothing but a graveyard.
please don't forget,
how small we really are,
cause nothing really matters
when we're gone...
i'm trying to beleive in you.

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