The mist is lifted to reveal an abandon road
Leading to a discarded train track town
The sign still reads "rooms to let"
Even though this place has been vacant for decades
We've been vacant for decades
This village died with the locomotive
Families now forged by automobiles and airplanes
Do these things make it easier to be close,
Or effortless to leave?
These poor walls used to be called home,
But the occupants didn't bother to board them up
Before moving on to the next big thing
These tattered sidewalks tell their stories,
And then beg for use again
Children's laughter still permeates through backyards
Tree-forts, and tire-swings
Family meals give way to golden arches
Progress has a price,
And i am not sure i can flip the bill