Wednesday afternoon
Just one last glance against the rising moon
This time it's coming down
You think I don't mind
Because my eyes are not the weeping kind
This town is coming down, without a sound
And I know it's over
I had so much to say, if I could only stay
Drive through Ohio
When all the leaves are brown, we'll never leave this town
I say but you know better
Past the brickyard walls
Beyond the weeds a new emotion calls
This time it's underground
I have my own lies
To you it shouldn't come as a surprise
This town is coming down, without a sound
And I know it's over
I had so much to say, if I could only stay
Drive through Ohio
When all the leaves are brown, we'll never leave this town
I say but you know better
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