In this town where the leaves are brown
Nothing moves no wheels turn round
Makes you wonder how it all got started
Makes you feel like you should be moving

In this prison I can jailbird sing
I know the words of every hymn
If you listen you can hear their voices
Still here and no more choices

Home - where the houses all drift into one
All the roads are outward bound
Boarded up or closing down
Home - should we fight or should we run
Dead drunk or stone cold sober
Time passes and you just get older

In the city car lights burn red
Like thoughts running through a giant head
Makes you feel like they’ve all got something
Makes you feel you got nothing

Another prison you just jail bird sing
You can’t fail if you don’t give in
So many people so alone
So many people who can’t go home

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