The Tower and the Trains

In This Town, When It Rains_

There Are Years That Wash Off Towers And The Trains._

And The Splashing Sounds Like Laughing_

As It Rolls And It Slides Off The Ceilings And The Sides_

Of The Towers And The Trains.__

There?

s A Blacklist.

A Deep, Black Malice._

Scars So Deep, They?

re Taught To Children,_

That Live With People?

Till The Grave._

Folks Can?

t Shake?

Em, Twist Or Break?

They Find Themselves Condemned To Burnout._

They Rust And Crack, And Then They Turn Out Like _

The Towers And The Trains.__

Nothing Beats Them Downtown Streets,_

They Can?

t Keep A Dream Alive._

The Women Talking, Men Hard-Rocking._

How Will I Survive?__

We Got Issues From All The Misuse._

We Got Wasted Youth And Missing Persons Who?

ve Got Nothing Left To Do But Age._

They Sit On Their Porches, Lit By Torches,_

And If You Listen In The Stillness, You?

ll Hear Them Singing About Their Illness:_

The Towers And The Trains.__

Nothing Beats Them Downtown Streets,_

They Can?

t Keep A Dream Alive._

The Women Talking, Men Hard-Rocking._

How Will I Survive?__

In My Town, When It Rains.

There Are Years That Wash Off Towers And The Trains._

And The Splashing Sounds Like Laughing_

As It Rolls And It Slides Off The Ceilings And The Sides_

Of The Towers And The Trains.__

Off The Towers And The Trains?