Our Home Town-M. R. Moose/Richard Mousseau

We stand by the wall, Where the fright trains stall. We have our dreams, Visions it seems. My girl says to me, That she’d rather be, Anyplace, Where there’s life we can chase. We must leave, And not grieve. Our home towns, A dying town, A dying town. We have chains that bind, To be left behind. That hold our past, And will always last. A new life of tales, Lay beyond the rails. A new place, And a new life we can chase. We must leave, And not grieve. Our home towns, A dying town, A dying town. They closed all the stores, In the village core. We have no jobs. Life they did rob. They said to move out. This town’s dead no doubt, So we wait, Our life packed in a crate. We must leave, And not grieve. Our home towns, A dying town, A dying town. We stand by the wall, Where the fright trains stall. We have our dreams, Visions it seems. We have chains that bind, To be left behind. That hold our past, And will always last. Of our town, Dying town, Our home town, Dying town.