My Town

I’ve got to get away from here And this time I do know why My town is just changing way too fast To the point where I’m about to cry They’re shutting all my favorite stores They’re building wider roads The gin mills are charging more The policemen have more codes Other workers and I are impatient Our pay hardly ever goes up And bosses give us much more work They drink from a silver cup Our postmen are losing their positions The mail is slow to get through Summers are getting hotter But we don’t think warming is true And I’ve just made up my mind I’m leaving my town for good But where my spirit takes me May never be understood.