Quiet Town (Abridged)
A couple of kids got hit by a Union Pacific train
Carrying sheet metal and household appliances
Through the pouring rain
They were planning on getting married after graduation
Had a little baby girl
Trouble came and shut it down
Things like that ain't supposed to happen
In this quiet town
Families are tight
Good people
They still don't deadbolt their doors at night
In this quiet town
When we first heard opioid stories
They were always in whispering tones
Now banners of sorrow mark the front steps of childhood homes
Parents wept through daddy's girl eulogies and merit badge milestones
With their daughters and sons
Laying there lifeless in their suits and gowns
Somebody's been keepin' secrets
In this quiet town
They know how to live
Good people who lean on Jesus
They're quick to forgive
In this quiet town
Now whenever I'm near the town
I'll find some reason to give
And I will walk with the dead and the living
Where I used to live
And every time I see my parents in the prime of their lives
Offering their son the kind of love he could never put down
Part of me is still that stainless kid, lucky
In this quiet town
Salt of the land
Hard-working people
If you're in trouble
They'll lend you a hand
Here, in this quiet town
The first crop of hay is up
School let out and the sun beats down
Smoke billows from a Sunday train
That cries away from a quiet town
Carrying sheet metal and household appliances
Through the pouring rain
They were planning on getting married after graduation
Had a little baby girl
Trouble came and shut it down
Things like that ain't supposed to happen
In this quiet town
Families are tight
Good people
They still don't deadbolt their doors at night
In this quiet town
When we first heard opioid stories
They were always in whispering tones
Now banners of sorrow mark the front steps of childhood homes
Parents wept through daddy's girl eulogies and merit badge milestones
With their daughters and sons
Laying there lifeless in their suits and gowns
Somebody's been keepin' secrets
In this quiet town
They know how to live
Good people who lean on Jesus
They're quick to forgive
In this quiet town
Now whenever I'm near the town
I'll find some reason to give
And I will walk with the dead and the living
Where I used to live
And every time I see my parents in the prime of their lives
Offering their son the kind of love he could never put down
Part of me is still that stainless kid, lucky
In this quiet town
Salt of the land
Hard-working people
If you're in trouble
They'll lend you a hand
Here, in this quiet town
The first crop of hay is up
School let out and the sun beats down
Smoke billows from a Sunday train
That cries away from a quiet town
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Flowers, Jonathan Rado
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