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There's a factory standing empty |
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Where we built your |
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ChevroletAnd we sent our kids to college |
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On a forty hour wage |
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But now the windows all are broken |
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There's graffiti on the walls |
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And the kids came home from college |
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And took a job down at the mall |
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And the winter is getting longer |
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And this town is frozen now |
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And I can't remember summer |
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It feels like spring may never come |
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There's a half full whiskey bottle |
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On the table by my bed |
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And there's a hollow in the pillow |
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Where she used to lay her head |
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And all the dreams and all the memories |
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Faded pictures and crooked frames |
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Hang in silence down the hallway |
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In the chill of what remains |
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Now the winter is getting colder |
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And my heart is frozen now |
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And I can't remember summer |
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It feels like spring may never come |
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Shades of hopeless on the faces |
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Of the souls who stand in light |
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And Holy Jesus hangs on crosses |
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And I hear |
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Mother Mary crying |
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Halleluiah, halleluiah |
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Soon it all will disappear |
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Buried under the snows of winter |
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Just like we all were never here |
