Dead Factories

I had stayed indoors unless you count the front porch

Eating little, save for cigarettes and fear

But life was unshield

Singing come I believe you

Singing women

Singing children

Screaming me

The home I had made wasn't three years wasted

But the man that I'd become wasted away

My thoughts turned more sour

With each slur I had spouted

And to reconcile I had to run away

I was more than a boy

Though all children will tease

Screaming friends

Singing voiceless harmony

When I was a much younger man

In a town filled with dead factories

With June came the rain

And your mother went crazy

She was banging on the door while I did sleep

With all the broken glass and the police sirence passing

I admit I was afraid to be away

I have tired old eyes

Sleepless nights bred by guilt of wicked days

Tell me here in your arms

Was I ever that man

In a town filled with dead factories

In a town filled with dead factories

In a town filled with dead factories