Paroles de The Mortal Groove

It's half price off on last year's models There's a geeseful sky and roads of potholes The town is lean and getting leaner There is a rank and file demeanor Countless souls in unkind places Wearing fixed and angry faces I tell myself I don't belong But I am a ghost in this prayer gone wrong... There's a new restaurant and a new coffee shop It seems this street is looking up The new sign says there's "No Smoking" "No Shirt, No Service" and "Spanish Spoken" This town was built by steel blue collars It now competes for the tourist dollars Love may make the world go round But like gravity here we're still money bound... There's talk show hosts and wartime markers Ways of thinking that force the darkness Bus stations have sad reputations Coin laundry pawnshop conversations Each time this year I hit this mood It's cabin fever or the mortal groove Before the spring before winter's done When something's lost or just hasn't come...