Something Small

It's a small town, it doesn't ask for much Broken down and always building back up Something small, something to shine the lights on For those passing cars The hopeful words they've drawn He's a young man, light load on his chest Single again, he follows a dream to the west To a town nearby, a hand on his back And her haunting eyes And a clear voice whispering It's all laid out in front for you to take it It's all laid out in front for you to take it You stoke the fire, holding onto the light Folding the layers and bending them in to shape With a pounding iron, a heat that draws the moths out From their holding walls To your humble home they come It's all laid out in front for you to take it It's all laid out in front for you to take it... It's a small town, it doesn't ask for much