[I'mOneToo]

In my little town
I grew up believing
God keeps his eye on us all
And he used to lean upon me
As I pledged allegiance to the wall
Lord I recall
My little town

Coming home after school
Flying my bike past the gates
Of the factories
My mom doing the laundry
Hanging our shirts
In the dirty breeze

And after it rains
There's a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
It's not that the colors aren't there
It's just imagination they lack
Everything's the same back
in my little town

Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town

In my little town
I never meant nothin'
I was just my fathers son
Saving my money
Dreaming of glory
Twitching like a finger
On the trigger of a gun

Leaving nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town

Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town





I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.





All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest





But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony





And the last... we all have bridges that carry us back "home", wherever that may be. Whether they are of bricks and mortar, or the home where our spirit lives, we all have a home, a room, a safe harbor inside our heart. When friends just can't be found, it's where comfort lives.