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i was feeling uninspired so i got in my cardrove around about an hour but i didn't get too fari never left these same old streets or this the same old pathi asked the same old questions that i always asklike, "why do i keep wasting so much gas?"so i stopped in at the lookout and i wound up looking downon these mountains and these hillsides that took no pity on this towni looked into the valley that used to hold the floodi saw the mills that used to pump this city's bloodall just skeletons and fairy tales to usbut like a camera needs a photographerthese riverbanks just need a little rainjust like the cost of our lives keeps fallingi keep on trying to explainexactly who i am and who i have to blamefor this view of johnstown from atop the inclined planeput a quarter in the telescope and you can almost make it outthe artspace that they're opening right outside downtownit's going to be our hearts, it's going to be our souls,it's going to take the place of work and church and schoolif it doesn't get shut down by city councilbut every time god closes one doorhe opens another chain storethe last time i came home from tourthis part of town looked like a town i'd seen a thousand times beforebut like a singer doesn't need a reason to singLetras de cancionesthis city needs no reason for its painjust like the population keeps on droppingi keep on trying to explainexactly who i am and who i have to blamefor this view of johnstown from atop the inclined planeand they say "come back. come back. the flood is over"but i say, "come back. come back. the flood has just begun." From Letras Mania