This town is a song about you.
A symphony of measured beats
meandering through the dead-end streets
and winding paths down memory lane
that echo with a known refrain.

The ringing notes of drawn-out nights
and cymbal clang of booming fights,
set off by your all-too-short fuse
to paint me in the shades of blues.

Old lyrics haunt the faded corners,
calling out for new performers
of this worn-out melody,
the tragic tale of you and me.

But I’ll leap over unsteady boards,
through alleyways of muted chords,
to walls of brick carved out of blame
that bring me back to sing your name
in the sound of a requiem.