From the recording The Handsome Years
Lyrics
The parking meters in the town I'm from
haven't raised their rates since '72
at nine o'clock all the lights go out
and the world spins round
what a lovely view
The locals drive trucks
and the poets all stick to themselves
the mood never swings
we're all figurines on a shelf
The chalk on the board had turned to dust
by the time I got it through my head
the neon at the local bar
flickered once and then went dead
The guy on the tube
was pleading for his life
kicking and screaming
they dragged him out into the night
And the rain came down
in that old ghost town
Otherwise know as the Hobo King
I fell in with a crowd that was rarely seen
at the dance or the hop or the rodeo
or the church or the lodge
or the putting green
You change the channel once
and sit back with some chips on the couch
the guy on the tube was pleading
to get out
And the rain came down
in that old ghost town
The traffic lights on the road out of town
were all screaming green
on the night I left
the old guy working the counter at Joe's
just tipped his hat when I rolled past
I sent a letter once
but I guess it never quite got through
it must've got lost
or just had better things to do
And the rain came down
in that old ghost town