There is a small town
In the eastern mountains
I have lived there
For just a short while
And the things I've seen
Are youth crushed by dreams
Youth crushed by adults
Youth crushed by TVs
Dreams coming t halt
And it's the doctors' fault
The heights of heartbreak
And the vastness of joy
Lie in the cold shade
By the thousand dollar toy
It's Saturday night
In the small handful of lights
There are drunkards that cry
And professionals
And I
I am throbbing
Soul bouncing off
The interior of skin
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough
Inertia