You hear everything in a small town Kids losing their innocence In the backs of dusty cars In Kroger parking lots Or losing their sanity In their brothers rooms When their brothers are away
You hear the tales of all The trials and failures The madness The complexities Men breaking under the pressure of the world And locking themselves inside with guns Only to be in custody an hour later No knowledge can elude a small town
Blessed be that small town Everyone loves to hate They all try to escape But the beauty of a small town Is it lives inside of you And if you are lucky If you leave that small town The hole it leaves grows Like a **** on a tree when the branch is severed
I feel I am not made for this small town Everybody knows Everybody I only know a few I imagine skipping town Hopping the freight train, Whose tracks run through my town, Putting my destiny in the hands Of long dead civil engineers
I dream of Holy Cities by the ocean Exotic lands for miles With steeples so numerous Like Heavenβs bed of nails
But the more I think I realize Everywhere is a Small Town Dayton is a Small Town Chicago is a Small Town Denver is a Small Town This whole spinning rock is a Small Town In a Small Town solar system And I feel trapped
You hear everything in a small town Who was cheated Who is lovely Who is holy Who is lonely I just sit and listen Far from the dusty cars Far from the brothers rooms Far from the red beating heart Of the small town Where I am
This had been through minor edits since first written