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Four Way Stop Signs
 

Sitting here inside this diner
Listening in to conversations all around
Killing time, a few more hours
And I'll be homeward bound
 

A smiling waitress grabs a coffee pot
Though I don't ask, she tops off mine
And if I didn't know any better
I'd think I went back in time
Did I go back in time?
 

There's something about the four way stop signs
Abandoned factories and brick streets
There's something about a small town
that's been slowly dying for a long long time
And won't admit defeat
 

See that building on the corner?
It still says Chandler family grocery store
But they closed it back when Chandler died in 1994
It's more the same next door
 

There's something about the four way stop signs
Abandoned factories and brick streets
There's something about a small town
that's been slowly dying for a long long time
And won't admit defeat
 

Nothing lasts forever
Yet some things never change
Everything is different
The world kept turning
Despite the town's clear indifference
To the cruel march of time
 

There's something about the four way stop signs
The empty parking lots and brick streets
A nation that is full of
small towns slowly dying for so long
That they can't see their own defeat