Lyrics

A BREAKING WINDOW ON FAY STREET
CHILDREN SCATTER IN THE DARK AS A SIREN SCREAMS
GRAMPY'S FACTORY IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT
OLD AND VACANT BURNED BY THE SACK OF TIME

GRAIN ELEVATORS HAUNT THE OLD LAKE ROAD
USED TO HAVE A PURPOSE NOW THEY'RE JUST GROWING OLD
RAILROAD CARS ALL LINED UP IN A ROW
EMPTY BROWN BOXES WITH NOWHERE TO GO

SILENT SENTRIES ON THE WATERFRONT ROAD
WIPER BLADES MOVE BACK AND FORTH IN THE SNOW
IN ONE SWEEP I'M BACK IN '62
THE ROADS ARE BUSY AND THE SKY IS BLUE

AND I'M RIDING IN MY DAD'S PLYMOUTH WAGON
HANGING OVER THE BACKSEAT WATCHING THE LAKE AND SKY
WATCHING MY CITY WITH THOSE YOUNGER EYES
WATCHING NOT KNOWING AS THEY PASSED ME BY

STEELWORKER DRINKS ALONE IN A SOUTH END BAR
STARES INTO HIS BEER AS IT RAINS OUTSIDE
WONDERS HOW HE'S GOING TO TELL HIS WIFE
WONDERS WHAT HE'S GOING TO DO WITH THE REST OF HIS LIFE

I USED TO THINK THIS WAS THE PLACE I WOULD STAY
NOWHERE ELSE EVEN CAME CLOSE IN THOSE DAYS
BUT NOW I SEE TIME CHANGING ALL OF THE RULES
WHAT WERE PALACES HAVE TURNED INTO RUINS

AND I'M RIDING IN MY DAD'S PLYMOUTH WAGON
HANGING OVER THE BACKSEAT WATCHING THE LAKE AND SKY
WATCHING MY CITY WITH THOSE YOUNGER EYES
WATCHING NOT KNOWING AS THEY PASSED ME BY