Ghost Town

This city is a ghost town
Can’t find anyone to hang around

This city is a lost town
Empty bars all around downtown

Morning snow is melting off
Downtown’s not the place to talk

There’s a bridge that you can cross
Take the bus if you can’t walk

I’m waiting for you crosstown
Waiting for the frost to melt down
in a circle drawn in chalk.

Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside