Empty homes lined up like clones
On the main road of a Levittown.
Copy-pasted lives and identical drives
Like one town-wide pass me down.

The sun is blazing, children playing;
There's no heat on the asphalt.
The clouds don't move though the people do
But it still seems like time stopped.

The world forgot the town, the city's down
Some two hundred miles to the northeast.
There are no schools, no jobs or rules;
Torn straight from a storybook sheet.

Love and hate together cooperate
Or better yet don't even exist here.
There are no guns, no wealth or slums
And they've never known the concept of fear.

This town is a utopia, a could have, a would of
This town is a maybe, if we'd only tried.
It's pseudo-reality, optimistic ideality
All woven together and kept fresh with lies.