12.5.08

Just a song I thought of on the walk home.

Johnny was the kid with the fast car,
never really thought he belonged,
in this quiet town with nothing around,
but it didn't turn out like he planned.

Oh, he's -
walking down the streets of a ghost town,
with only one other around,
wondering what the hell,
happened to his town,
and why he can't seem to go home.

Billy was the dreamer in the corner,
never really felt she belonged,
sometimes she just wished it was over,
so everyone else could get on with their plans.

Oh, she's -
walking down the streets of a ghost town,
with only one other around,
wondering what the hell,
happened to her town,
and why she can't seem to go home.

Billy had a meeting with Johnny,
and for this meeting he wouldn't be late,
it was close and he almost missed her,
but he didn't have such good brakes.

Now their -
walking down the streets of a ghost town,
with only one another around,
wondering what the hell,
happened to their town,
and why they can't ever go home.

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