Small Town Misery

Every time I go home its seems nothing is the same.
Its strange for me to see how much this old town has changed.

I come back now and then and people ask me where I've been.
We talk for hours as if we never stopped being friends.

The fields have turned to pavement and people are locking there doors.
The streets are filled with thugs and the corners with whores.

Its not the way it was when we were growing up.
You have to watch your back or you'll wind up getting mugged.

I remember the days when life was so easy.
People were honest instead of being sleazy.

I left when I was young and planned never to return.
I thought life was bad there, I guess I had a lot to learn.

I left my mom and my sisters in the hands of a small town.
I was wrong and now I'm sorry for the way I let them down.

I pray to God its not too late to get them out of that hell.
I'll keep trying until I die, no matter how many times I fail.

I try to look happy and pretend its all okay.
But deep down it kills me to see my family suffering this way.

With small towns you have big problems.
Most people aren't strong enough to solve them.

Thats why I ran away, as far as I could go.
Its not quite far enough but its better than being close.

I watch that place fall apart from a distance.
I wish I could help but when I think about getting closer I have a feeling of resistance.

It was nice growing up there but now its so different.
I'm afraid for the children of my siblings and what they might experience.

They're young enough now that theres still time for it to leave their memory.
But it has to be done soon, because they're growing up so quickly.

I'll make this promise here today.
I will get my family out, I will find a way.

If its the last thing I ever do.
I'll be happy knowing I've saved a few.

I think it may be my destiny,
To save my family from this Small Town Misery.