The lights in this town
Keep fading, flickering
Out
All my dreams
Are buckets of rain
And the neighbours
Keep
Kicking and screaming
Forget about the mind numbing
Games that we play
Just to convince ourselves to stay
The sidewalks made of clay
But our hearts are made of Stone
Forget about it
Are we ever changing
Oh are we really changing
Or are we just wore out?
All these new kids in town
Fresh faced
Walking in like they’re Old Gangster
I’m about ready to
She’s about ready to wear it out
The coffee makes you anxious
And the paper mill shut down
And we all know
That we are raging
Our eyes are aging
Here is the change
All of these days
All of these days
All of these days
If I gave them back to you
What would you
Who would you give them to …
Regarding Samuel 