A Tiny Town
No one for me at the station.
No one calling me a cab.
No one to welcome me,
to this tiny, tiny, town.
No one to say hello.
No one to wish me luck.
No one to welcome me,
to this tiny, tiny, town.
I went to a drug store.
No one to meet me there.
No one to talk to me.
No one to welcome me,
to this tiny, tiny, town.
I went to the town square.
People for miles around.
All giggling, and having fun,
but no one knew of me.
No one cared for me.
No one to welcome me,
to this tiny, tiny, town.
And then in a window,
of a little coffee store.
There was a beautiful face,
so full of hope and grace.
He came out and spoke to me.
Hello, hello, hello.
I would like to welcome you,
to this tiny, tiny, town.
He came out and said to me,
I would like to welcome you,
to this tiny, tiny, town.
Copyright © Anthony Stern | Year Posted 2014
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