Great Lakes Myth Society
Midwest Main Street
Lost dog over the train tracksMoonlight falls on a Midwest main streetWhere all of the dogs eat good meatAnd nobody shows their real faceOver the train tracks all the stoplights failHometown, same as you left itPants down, cigarettes hung from a keychainJean jackets reek in the warm rainWhat ever happened to Sweet Jane?She went from Velvet to Junkie and hung her head in shameOld ghosts ride in the back seatDead friends sleep in the cafesNew loves beg for attentionPull your heart back in their directionLast call, over the train tracks all those lost dogs howl
From Letras Mania