Way Down West
The city lets you come home tonight
the gutters swell and my arms open like church doors
they kept you all night again, don’t go back
“my son, please don’t ask me that”
In the beginning, there was more
and you told me I was worth the sacrifice
way down west, there is less
only a hidden key and waiting up for your headlights
A generation raised by strip mall sitters
we’re less than family pets
when in the end all you will get is a pat on the back
for good grades and a made bed
(chorus)