Bare feet on cold concrete
Walking to the corner stone
Where she recalls her own world war
She can hear the automobile
Driving in the frozen rain
Headed for the memory of all these people
Gathered on a hill
Oh I think they stand there still
Waiting for someone to carry them home
And they always will
She got in the automobile
Driving to the place where the bombs went off
Teacher says you ought to look down
But you're looking out
At all the fire's turned to ash
Songs have burned like paper trash
The flames that ate the phonograph
Are nipping at you now
Drifting in a dreamless sleep
Curled up on a cold car seat
Startled by an earthquake sound
She wakes to watch the moon fall down
She got in the automobile
Driving in the frozen rain
Headed for the memory of all these people
Gathered on a hill
I think they stand there still
Waiting for someone to carry them home
And they always will
She got in the automobile
Driving to the place where the bombs went off
Teacher says you ought to look down
But you're looking out
At all the fire's turned to ash
Songs have burned like paper trash
The flames that ate the phonograph
Are nipping at you now
She got in the automobile
Driving to the place where the bombs went off
Teacher says you ought to look down
But you're looking out
At all the fire's turned to ash
Songs have burned like paper trash
The flames that ate the phonograph
Are nipping at you now
She got in the automobile
Driving to the place where the bombs went off
Teacher says you ought to look down
But you're looking out
At all the fire's turned to ash
Songs have burned like paper trash
The flames that ate the phonograph
Are nipping at you now
Creeping down on Franklin Street Bare feet on cold concrete Walking to the corner stone Where she recalls her own world war She can hear the automobile Driving in the frozen rain Headed for the memory of all these people Gathered on a hill Oh I think they stand there still Waiting for someone to carry them home And they always will She got in the automobile Driving to the place where the bombs went off Teacher says you ought to look down But you're looking out At all the fire's turned to ash Songs have burned like paper trash The flames that ate the phonograph Are nipping at you now Drifting in a dreamless sleep Curled up on a cold car seat Startled by an earthquake sound She wakes to watch the moon fall down She got in the automobile Driving in the frozen rain Headed for the memory of all these people Gathered on a hill I think they stand there still Waiting for someone to carry them home And they always will She got in the automobile Driving to the place where the bombs went off Teacher says you ought to look down But you're looking out At all the fire's turned to ash Songs have burned like paper trash The flames that ate the phonograph Are nipping at you now She got in the automobile Driving to the place where the bombs went off Teacher says you ought to look down But you're looking out At all the fire's turned to ash Songs have burned like paper trash The flames that ate the phonograph Are nipping at you now She got in the automobile Driving to the place where the bombs went off Teacher says you ought to look down But you're looking out At all the fire's turned to ash Songs have burned like paper trash The flames that ate the phonograph Are nipping at you now Explain Request ×
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