My Little Town

(альбом: Breakaway - 1975)

In My Little Town, I grew up believing
God keeps His eye on us all.
And he used to lean upon me as I pledged allegiance to the Wall.
Lord, I recall, in My Little Town,
Coming home after school, flying my bike past the gates of the factories,
My mom doing the laundry, hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze.
And after it rains there's a rainbow and all of the colors are black.
It's not that the colors aren't there, it's just imagination they lack.
Everything's the same back in My Little Town,
My Little Town, My Little Town.

Nothing but the dead and dying back in My Little Town.
Nothing but the dead and dying back in My Little Town.

In My Little Town, I never meant nothing,
I was just my father's son. Mmm.
Saving my money, dreaming of glory,
Twitching like a finger on the trigger of a gun.

Leaving nothing but the dead and dying back in My Little Town.
Nothing but the dead and dying back in My Little Town.
Nothing but the dead and dying back in My Little Town.
Nothing but the dead and dying back in My Little Town.
Nothing but the dead and dying back in My Little Town.