For sale by owner sign on Highway 59
A signal of the times, a turning of the page
There used to be nothing here
But that nothing disappeared
The pond, the barn, the farm, the fields have long since been replaced
Asphalt parking where that ten pew, Pentecostal stood
Fast four lanes, a neighborhood
The of the closin’ in
The spreadin’ city us thin
We can’t to make our ends meet the black
would’ve thought it wouldn’t last
A of that past
wouldn’t give to have the 40 back
Maybe I’m a sucker for knowing lives door
A my porch, a of quiet
can’t get the used to bes
So hang on to the memories
Of could still up see the not street shining
The of the closin’ in
The spreadin’ city us thin
We can’t to make our ends meet the black
would’ve thought it wouldn’t last
A of that past
wouldn’t give to have the 40 back
Now get that progress has place
And no regard for what it takes
Wish it slow us all some slack
‘Cause it’s all changing too fast
A of that past
wouldn’t give to have the 40 back
