I knew what it was to have a home
Back before innocence had flown
Long before I had dreams of South
I bleed with the memory of fountains
In the last few years this has become
A ghost town of lost acquaintances
And I roam from one ghost town to the next
This has become my life in present
I never knew I'd miss this home
All of our adventures in the woods
We were young and were vulnerable to change
It's become the epidemic of our age
In the last few years this has become
A ghost town of lost acquaintances
And I roam from one ghost town to the next
This has become my life in present
Tears of joy spew from this lonely orphan
Down the Mississippi towards New Orleans
And congregate in the Atlantic Ocean
Spring fed from the City of Fountains
City of Fountains
City of Fountains
City of Fountains
City of Fountains
City of Fountains
City of Fountains
City of Fountains
City of Fountains