Broken Town

Standing at the Gate
Of a boarded house I should have seen before
Hid amongst the oaks
With the rows of houses built after the war
The roof is falling in, the shutters faded red
Are your bulbs down deep, in your garden bed
Was this ever your home

Just down the road
Where the pavement's cracked and weeds are overgrown
In that little park
Did you spend some days reminiscing the sown
Like empty shelves in the corner store
The window's broke with a lock on the door
Was this ever your home

So this is where you've chosen to settle down
Did you find some solace in this broken town
Will you pull the blind
Or will you take the time
To finally meet your son

In the one room church
Where faith in empty prayers haunted the blessed
There's a picket fence
Embracing stones of souls laid down to rest
Just by the pine, out in the clear
Somehow I knew I'd find you here
It's good to be home

So this is where you've chosen to settle down
Did you find some solace in this broken town
You pulled down the blind
Why didn't you take the time
To finally meet your son