On my old Davidson I went riding
The saddest thing I’ve ever seen
My old town is all alone and dying
And trying doesn’t mean a thing
White crosses rise up from the sand
Familiar names passing me by
Then I remember just who I am
Old friends dressed in white crosses
Making me cry
A hand full of memories remain
Though the town has lost its name
Superman towels were pinned capes
Mud pie in pink ovens baked
Never dreaming one day she’d end
But the cruel world she must spin
And lost are never ending friends
Blowing back into the desert again
How could this come to be?
They answer; no one wants to live free
They’ve moved into the mega dirty cities
Leaving their smiles in a pile of pity
And though I must say my good-byes
In the mirror I see only empty skies
Soon the few who remain
Will be but a memory stain
The tilled fields now kneel to the yield
Only rain stained wood panes remain
The house, the memories, the families die
As childhood dreams stream on by
No yards with families at play
Only the grazing of counter top flies
The lives left where they lay
Today my town has died
And Route 66 is just a sign
