Festival Town

In a festival town, once a year it comes around

Shiny new the worlds looks fine, kid you can make it alright

The cavalcade rolls by, smiling faces teach you how

Shoot for stars but don’t get high or else we’ll drag you down

And the rest of the time, boarding school’s a lonesome bind

Step on toes and stand your ground

Get your clock cleaned out

And the years make a line, running straight and dry

Over New England’s hide

Come of age in strife

And the beer there’s a quota, drink your fill now

Over and under

Friday night thunder

There’s a burn on your back, heat or flood you’re on the rack

what’s to lose just have a crack, make it happen

Stick it out for a while, keep it open build your pile

until the old man cracks a smile, come on over

Families rise and they fall, interests buy and build it all

Chips on shoulders standing tall, take what they owe ya

And the years make a line, running straight and dry

Over New England’s hide, as you fail to fly

Desperate age to run a mile, there’s no peace of mind

Strong backs are harder to find, you just fall in behind