Where are the actors, the dreams, the scripts, the stages of this town?
The desires, the mortal fears, the unread pages of this town?
I cannot see where sorrow dissolves and love enters the room
It seems that love is a subtle set of cages in this town
As methane gas is the lightest fraction when crude oil is cracked
So astronauts watch a cup of night set blazing in this town
I’ll go home the way I came, in a worn out truck I barely own
and try to scrub off the tin can grief and crazy of this town