Millington Station

I'm on the corner at Millington Station People come, people go, with their building frustration They say, "I've got my house and my new car, and my money is tight" I've got a dollar in my pocket and I'm alright Brick by brick. Line by line Until there's nothing left to build We say, "We would tear it down if we could forgive" Millington Station I'm on the corner at Millington Station People come around me and look for confrontation They say, "You can't do this," "You can't do that," and "We don't like your long-haired type" I've got to keep on keeping on cause I'm alright Sometimes all these faces make me want to scream