I was born in a small town
A town where we had
The school, The park, The theater, The bar
A town where you could never get lost
And I remember when I was 7 or so
I could climb a hill behind my house
And from the hill I could see the entire valley
The river, the forest, the swamp.
You could see the entire galaxy
Every little star, at night the air was still
The only sound you could hear was your own breath and heart,
When I was 12 years old
Friends and I would ride our bikes,
Down old dirt roads to explore,
Explore the old mine shafts and abandoned buildings,
One day
We found a place that was nothing
But sagebrush for a mile all around
Except in the center stood
Three large oak trees, like some oasis
So we called this place Three Trees,
At Three trees I
Had my first kiss, rolled my truck, broke an arm falling out of a truck, sat and watched the clouds and stars, made many friends and lost a few too. We had so many good and bad memories there.
But now that small town is a small city
Every week there seems to be a new school,
The park looks more like a Hooverville
than anything else
The bar was replaced by a McDonald’s
At least the theater still stands,
Now I need a gps to navigate my town
From the hill you can no longer see
The stars, River, forest, or swamp
Cars pollute the air with constant noise
Mine shafts and abandoned buildings
Now gone,
Replaced with a sea of cookie-cutter houses,
Yet as if that wasn’t enough
They’re tearing down three trees
For more houses and a mall
And I feel like a foreigner, in my own town
And once I brought up
That I missed the small town
A foreigner told me there was nothing to do, and life was too simple
In the small town until they moved in
How would they know, they never lived in a small town,
simplicity made you find things to do
Which in turn made some fun stories to tell,
I was born in a small town
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
I was born in a small town
A town where we had
The school, The park, The theater, The bar
A town where you could never get lost
And I remember when I was 7 or so
I could climb a hill behind my house
And from the hill I could see the entire valley
The river, the forest, the swamp.
You could see the entire galaxy
Every little star, at night the air was still
The only sound you could hear was your own breath and heart,
When I was 12 years old
Friends and I would ride our bikes,
Down old dirt roads to explore,
Explore the old mine shafts and abandoned buildings,
One day
We found a place that was nothing
But sagebrush for a mile all around
Except in the center stood
Three large oak trees, like some oasis
So we called this place Three Trees,
At Three trees I
Had my first kiss, rolled my truck, broke an arm falling out of a truck, sat and watched the clouds and stars, made many friends and lost a few too. We had so many good and bad memories there.
But now that small town is a small city
Every week there seems to be a new school,
The park looks more like a Hooverville
than anything else
The bar was replaced by a McDonald’s
At least the theater still stands,
Now I need a gps to navigate my town
From the hill you can no longer see
The stars, River, forest, or swamp
Cars pollute the air with constant noise
Mine shafts and abandoned buildings
Now gone,
Replaced with a sea of cookie-cutter houses,
Yet as if that wasn’t enough
They’re tearing down three trees
For more houses and a mall
And I feel like a foreigner, in my own town
And once I brought up
That I missed the small town
A foreigner told me there was nothing to do, and life was too simple
In the small town until they moved in
How would they know, they never lived in a small town,
simplicity made you find things to do
Which in turn made some fun stories to tell,
I was born in a small town
I really do miss living in a small town
