Say something, say something good
Don't you think that by now I really would if I could?
And though you've seen better days
I wouldn't spare you the truth and I won't damn you with praise
Uh oh
I'm singing for you now, my fading coastal town
Though all I've ever seen is all you'll never be
Still you once were home to me
Some spurn you, some always cling
But you sheltered us all and never asked for a thing
We all reach some certain age
And then what once was a crib can only feel like a cage
Your squalid flats and browning hillsides
The aching workers in your fields
Each empty house and shuttered storefront
Each one a wound that's never healed

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