Jun 02, 2008 22:31
The echoing sounds under a bridge
Over dead river
Can hear it for blocks of tall buildings
And litter
Past parking lots of
Rusty cars and sour smells
Empty streets empty of people
Harrison and Jefferson
Roads called after our forefathers
Who built the foundation
For today in this nation
And this nation
Of course it ain't nothin
But good
Enough
Yellow signs speckled brown
Wanna write it all down
And then get myself on a greyhound
Out of this town
Out of this town