a million tents and trailers
will cover the open desert
your kids will learn again
how to build a fire
where to look
for water and the families are bound together now
by the
fall of all the great cities
finally to sing out their
stories and the histories of hunger and a victory
back into the old gypsy
circles where the swaying girls
will play out the old rituals
the boys will be delirious
the desperate and serious
the chasing will be furious
the drums and the rain
will come together
out and the
cities are all lost but the circle is found
that'll
tie us together
my kind of town
ohh-ho!-ohh-ohh-uh-huh

who were you before the fall
i was a singer i saw the future
layed out in dominoes
now i hunt the buffalos
and my darling
who are you
behind the counter with the day memorized
and those cold vacant eyes
well you swore you were free
you swore you could see him coming
it was
old angel midnight
he's staring you down
he's stealing the water right
out of the ground
and the news maybe true
but the facts were never found
and the market is dead and the phonelines are down
but it
ties us together
my kind of town
ohh-ho!-ohh-ohh-uh-huh
ohh-ho!-ohh-ohh-uh-huh