I fill up the gas and it makes me think
What it means to be from this little town where I feel
Like a less charming man
And I head downtown to the baseball diamond and see
Another building being built
With more fake grass and a little tree and a man
Has a heart attack
Well this is the town that's built on banded stilts
This is the town that's barely holding on
This is the place we used to raise our sheep
This is the town where coach McCormick sleeps
There's a man on first and third, he's full of dirt, swingin' his luck
There's a reason that I walked this far
My polaroid turning on high
I know I should be back in bed, oh papa shake your head
You'll miss, I know you're gonna miss again
Because this is the town that's built on banded stilts
Oh this is the town that's barely holding on
This is the place we used to raise our sheep
This is the town where coach McCormick sleeps
Another baseball field has passed away
The photograph is set in time behind the glass downstairs...
