Train rattles, wind blows
Glass of wine thrown out the windows
a string of pretty curses
Life don't care what you do know
This town is where I was made
home to discarded feelings
each wrinkle on each tired faces
No sense in keeping what you got here
Empty garages, sun rays
in the early morning with view
of a lawn of wild grass
you in fishnets and high heels
Busted and blown out speakers
an amp and a broken guitar
this is rock and roll, this is the song
of my people, naked on my bed with you
Showing me all the colors of your dresses
letting me pick and choose
how I was made into the person I am today
none of them came from there
