Is this how it was intended? The sunrise over
smoke stacks in the Midwest, the beauty of this
abandoned factory. Christmas lights blinking on
and off all out of time in what used to be, your
pink house dreams of a middle class America. I'm
trying to believe in you, but all these satellites
and shattered dreams are blocking out my view.
Please don't forget who you really are, because
nothing really matters when we're gone.

Fell in love with his keno waitress. They
honeymooned in Memphis; they were married by the
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/qskdrive up window. Trailer parks, neon signs, and an
empty box of Lucky Strikes: all used up from the
dashboard of America. I'm trying to believe in
you; this world sold its fate for parking lots and
drunk sincerity. Please don't forget who you
really are, because nothing really matters when
we're - You'll be saddened to know the train
tracks you once walked as a young boy are now
nothing but a graveyard. Please don't forget how
small we really are, because nothing really
matters when we're gone.