Small Town Ghosts

There was a fire hall off 116th
Housed the arts since before me
Now it's a gravel field with machinery
To build some condos emphasizing luxury
I used to skate behind the city hall
With my soon to be lover
I used to gush about her all the time
To my sister who used to be a brother
We don't skate too much anymore
Now we're working all the time
I'm so scared we might just drift apart
And I've been giving, giving, giving, giving, giving, giving, giving
And you're taking, taking, taking, taking, taking, taking

This is the price of growing old
This is the pain of losing all we had
And you wonder why
We never had faith in the first place

I think of the days gone by
Small town ghosts in a parking lot
Urban decay in a boomer town
The kids who were born here are all gone
The mainland is starting to sink
Everyone's packed up and heading east
The kids don't know where to go
In a sea of flooded homes
But they were empty anyway
So we can let them all just float away
Tsunami of what's there and what was
You gave us nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Just fucking take it all, take it all, take it all
Just take it, take it, take it, take it, take it

This is the price of growing old
This is the pain of losing all we had
And you wonder why
We never had faith in the first place