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I'm going home, I'm smoking my last cigarette |
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The muffler shop's shouting that she's in the city |
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The North Frozen Landfill I just can't forget |
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'Cause it marks the town of my pity |
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Orion Town |
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Oh now Rochester, you son of a bitch |
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Your psyches and streets are a tumult of achin' |
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The awkwardest memories I just can't unstitch |
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At least they know they're not forsaken in |
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Orion Town |
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I-75 is the swallower of Christmas |
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The gloom of its gladness is night on our shoulders |
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Connecting our sorrows like ponds with an isthmus |
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Frozen and covered with boulders in |
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Orion Town |
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The yelling, the holler of the ghost I have squandered |
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The snow combed tight brightly mirrored false wonder there |
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That I did follow to the frozen water |
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As my family stood there and stared at |
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Orion Town |
