The Songs The Kids Sing

Beyond this place beyond the cafes and the choirs
Lies the death of me,
Where the adults don’t see, the boards start to creak
Down this lonesome street,
At the end of school we start the new rule
When the teachers leave,
We don’t see the chapel, we don’t see the city,
We gave away our dreams

Carry me far beyond this town,
Before I’m laid out in the ground for all of you to see,
Let me see that all of this is stone, and I shouldn’t feel alone
And I shouldn’t have to be,
The song the kids sing

The kids shoot the wall speaking in that loose drawl
Just in front of me,
I want to rant and sing, but what good would it bring to the factory,
I want to turn this around
But I’m wedged in the crack with the hollow seed,
Who planted this madness, who planted this sadness all around me

I’m not from this town, I’m from another old town, far to the east,
It’s close to my brother, it’s close to my father, it’s inside of me