Verse 1:
Thought I’d leave this town, many years ago
But something about the street names, something told me ‘no’
Did a year in Carolina, missed the colors in the air
Saw the coast of California, just to say that I was there
Chorus:
All the faces here just crumble, into silhouettes that fade
But another young girl is street-side, for the annual parade
Verse 2:
There’s a shiny golden dome, a million dollars on the top
There’s a quarter in the crosswalk, for the car that wouldn’t stop
There’s a dancer on the east side, of the river that runs through
But her friend lives on the West, of the shadows that produce
Chorus:
All the faces here just crumble, into silhouettes that fade
But another young girl is street-side, for the annual parade
Bridge:
A blue-collar has his shoes shined at a lucky barbershop
But the dust will settle quickly upon the train that he can’t stop
The dinner that his wife made, stood cold as wedding feet
And his daughter cried herself to sleep
Chorus:
All the faces here just crumble, into silhouettes that fade
But another young girl is street-side, for the annual parade
Verse 3:
All the ball-fields turned to rubble, the graveyards were better kept
Than our average roadside residents, using granite as their steps
That empty Eastman schoolhouse, they should have torn it down
And used the bricks and books together, to form a circle round this town
Chorus:
All the faces here just crumble, into silhouettes that fade
But another young girl is street-side, for the annual parade
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