This town has lost its address. The police have lost their keys.
Bulbs are all burned out in the power station, a little girl weeps on her knees.
The Radio is full of muzak. The people are full of despair. 
All is quiet at the bowling alleys and I’m left standing in the rain.
CHORUS	Somewhere, smoke filters through the walls, 
		Ronnie Lane spins round and round.
		All the closets are brimming with rage 
		and I’m left standing in the rain.
I was left alone at the station. You were looking back (towards) home
And I felt through my wet jacket. I lost the number to your phone.
Think of all the times, the clock has gone around,
There's no surprises, left to find.
And just when things were getting interesting, 
The stores are all locked up before nine.
CHORUS
BREAK		I have always seen you in photographs.	
		The angles never do you justice.
		And though the light goes against your grain.
		I am shadowed in your reign.
The poster girl is tired of the wall. She has always dreamed of running away.
Sunning in the limelight of Hollywood and settling down in Santa Fe.
All our dreams, have won blue ribbons, cos they thrive on misery.
They’re the only exit to the stinking hole, that we were chained to by family.
CHOURS
 # copyright Joe Johnston