Inhabited Ghost Town

A whistle of our train resounds
We are there
In a place where silence reigns
Like almost everywhere
People walking around with empty hands
Looking with empty eyes
Dust and dirt still remember the days
Of sew, weave and incise

My team and I are on to start
To what we came here for
Including our own part of the deal
To get the lines for the score
Writing down what people say
Writing down what we see
While walking through the dusty streets
No one knows what will be

Listening to the kids in school
Telling 'bout their future dreams
"Engineer, submariner or tailor I wanna be
But that's harder as it seems!"
People show us pics of the past
To see what isn't anymore
Sports clubs, musicians and actors they had
Before the world hit the floor
Hard to believe that an industry's hoard
Turns into complete wasteland
No prospect of turning, no men who invest
No "Invisible Hand"
We see people eating their pets
As there's no food around
No signs of revolt but all faces down
An inhabited ghost town