There was no fortune to be made here
It's just a town like any other town
Sure there must be good things left to say
Can't think of one so, I won't say

Nothing wears a pretty face in armor
She got shine at the surface, coal below
Nothing please don't tell me
I already know nothing

Living like a mobile spinning off its line
Phillip always said about the wheels within wheels
Tension rising higher it's coming through my window
No seem to feel?