To the Girl that Never was

I’m a small town boy
from the streets of debris
without you, it was too empty

I took a train to the big city
walked around
with shoes soaked in my town’s mud
and sad country songs of the old and dead.
Here, I’ve seen them all
come and go
they were none
just specks in the flow.
Wherever I went in this big city
without you, it’s nothing but empty.

Crossed the continents and seven seas
to the land of plenty.
Those who couldn’t make it
never came
those who could, never remained.
It’s the same old sun on the tattered horizon
and without you,
today is as empty as yesterday‘s dawn.

I closed my eyes and drifted away
a caterpillar, from one hole to the other
I woke up and saw butterflies
repugnant souls transmuted into beauty
I loafed around in gardens of glory
dawdled by the streams of silky sheen
but no one was ever seen
though I heard them yell
for they just went to hell.
My town’s mud is still kissing my shoes
six-string sounds and sad songs sweat through my pores
I think of my small town
and its streets of debris
though I came to paradise
for without you, this too is empty.