The empty lot we played in is now a Superstore

The Legion Hall sure could use a coat of paint

The playgrounds swings and slide are getting rusty

And someone sprayed graffiti on  the old church Saint

Chorus:

Oh it’s sad to see our small town disappear

It’s sad to see no one seems to care

Norman Rockwell drew a picture of the past

Oh yes it’s sad to see the old town disappear

A pawnshop took the place of Pizza Joe’s

Though half the letters in his sign are still there

Ralph’s exotic dancers moved in right next door

In the space Mom & Pops Diner used to share

Where Old Charlie the beat cop swung his stick

Used to stroll patrol on sultry summer nights

Now only pushers and hookers rule the sidewalk

Under the blinking, grayish street lamp lights

And as I once more look out my window at the street

At these old houses like our town are slowly dying

Theres just a few old hometown kids left behind like me

Left behind alone to mourn… are softly crying….